Part 67 (2/2)
”Tom Dina.s.s,” said Joe, in a whisper; and he stepped quickly behind a block of stone, Gwyn involuntarily following him. ”That's his way of sneezing,” whispered Joe. ”What's he doing over here to-night?”
The boys stood there perfectly silent; and directly after there was a faint rustling, and the figure of a man was seen upon the higher ground against the skyline for a minute or so, as he pa.s.sed them, crossing their track, and apparently making for the cliffs.
Their view was indistinct, but the man seemed to be carrying something over his shoulder. Then he was gone.
”Going congering,” said Gwyn. ”He's making for the way down the rocks, so as to get to the point.”
”He wouldn't go congering to-night,” said Joe. ”We gave him as much fish as he'd want.”
”Going for the sport of the thing.”
”Down that dangerous way in the dark?”
”I daresay he knows it all right, and it saves him from going round by the fishermen's cottages--half-a-mile or more.”
”'Tisn't that,” said Joe.
”What an obstinate old mule you are, Jolly,” cried Gwyn, impatiently; ”you don't like Tom Dina.s.s, and everything he does makes you suspicious.”
”Well, do you like him?”
”No; but I don't always go pecking at him and accusing him of smas.h.i.+ng dogs' legs with iron stoking-bars. It wouldn't be a man who would do that; he'd be a regular monster.”
”Let's go and see what he's after,” said Joe.
”What, late like this in the dark?”
”Yes; you're not afraid are you? I want to know what he's about. I'm sure he's doing something queer.”
”I'm not afraid to go anywhere where you go,” said Gwyn, stoutly; ”but of all the suspicious old women that ever were, you're getting about the worst.”
”Come along, then.”
”All right,” said Gwyn; ”but if he finds us watching him throwing out a conger-line, he'll break our legs with an iron bar and pitch us off the cliff.”
”Yes, you may laugh,” said Joe, thoughtfully, ”but I'm sure Tom Dina.s.s is playing some game.”
”Let's go and play with him, then. Only make haste, because I must get back.”
Joe led the way cautiously off to their left, in and out among the stones and patches of furze and bramble, till they neared the edge of the cliff, when they went more and more cautiously, till a jagged piece of crag stood up, showing where the precipice began; and to the left of this was the rather perilous way by which an active man could get down to the ma.s.s of tumbled rocks at the cliff foot, and from there walk right out on the western point which sheltered the cove from the fierce wind and waves.
”All nonsense, Jolly,” whispered Gwyn after they had stood for a few moments gazing down at where the waves broke softly with a phosph.o.r.escent light. ”I won't go.”
But as the boy spoke there was a loud clink from far below, as if an iron bar had struck against a stone, and the lad's heart began to beat hard with excitement.
Then all was silent again for nearly five minutes, and the darkness, the faint, pale, lambent light shed by the waves, and the silence, produced a strange shrinking sensation that was almost painful.
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