Part 4 (1/2)

”Brea,” said Louise quietly.

”And that little valley?”

”Tol Du. The old Cornish names must sound strange to any one from London.”

”Oh, no,” he said, bending forward to engage her in conversation. ”This place is very interesting, and I shall regret going,” he added with a sigh, and a thoughtful look toward the picturesque little group of houses on either side of the estuary.

”I should think you will,” said Harry. ”Never mind, we've had a very jolly time. I say, Maddy,” he whispered, ”you will write to a fellow, won't you?”

”No,” she said quietly; ”there is no need.”

”No need?”

”Louie will be writing to you every week, and you will answer her. I shall hear how you are getting on.”

Harry whistled and looked angrily at his sister, who was replying to some remark made by Leslie.

”Here, Vic,” he said, ”she's too heavy forward. Come and sit by my sister. That's better. A little more over to the side, Leslie. Always trim your boat.”

The changes were made, and the little yawl sped rapidly on past the headland of grey granite h.o.a.ry and s.h.a.ggy with moss; past black frowning ma.s.ses of slaty shale, over and amongst which the waves broke in sparkling foam, and on and on by ferny hollows and rifts, down which trickled tiny streams. The day was glorious, and the reflection of the sapphire sky dyed the sea tint of a blue that seemed amethystine in its richer transparent hue. The grey gulls floated overhead, and the tiny fish they pursued made the sea flash as they played about and showed their silvery sides.

But the conversation flagged. Possibly the fact of its being the last day of a pleasant sojourn acted upon the spirits of two of the party, while the third of the male occupants of the boat rather welcomed the restraint and silence, for it gave him an opportunity to sit and think and wonder what was to be his future, and what the animated countenance of Louise Vine meant as she answered the questions of her brother's friend.

He was a visitor as well as her brother's companion; he had been staying at Mr Vine's for a fortnight. They had had endless opportunities for conversation and--in short, Duncan Leslie felt uncomfortable.

It was then with a feeling of relief that was shared by both the ladies, that after a few miles' run Henry Vine stood up in the bows, and, keeping a sharp look out for certain rocks, shouted his orders to Leslie as to the steering of the boat, and finally, as they neared the frowning cliffs, suddenly lowered the sail and took up the oars.

They were abreast of a large cave where the swift grey-winged pigeons flew in and out over the swelling waves which seemed to glide slowly on and on, to rush rapidly after the birds and disappear in the gloom beneath the arch. Then there was a low echoing boom as the wave struck far away in the cave, and came back hissing and whispering to be merged in the next.

”Going to row close in?” said Leslie, scanning the weird, forbidding place rather anxiously.

”Going to row right in,” said Harry, with a contemptuous smile. ”Not afraid, are you?”

”Can't say,” replied Leslie. ”A little perhaps. The place does not look tempting. Do you think it is safe to go in?”

”Like to land on the rock till we come back?” said Harry instead of answering the question.

”No,” said Leslie quietly; ”but do you think it wise to row in there?”

”You're not afraid, are you, girls?”

”I always feel nervous till we are outside again,” said Louise quietly.

”But you will be very careful, Harry,” said Madelaine.

”Think I want to drown myself?” he said bitterly. ”I might just as well p'r'aps, as go back to that dismal office in London, to slave from morning till night.”

He rested upon his oars for a minute or two, and perhaps from the reflection of the ma.s.ses of ferns which fringed the arch of the cavern, and which were repeated in the clear waters, Victor Pradelle's face seemed to turn of a sickly green while one hand grasped the edge of the boat with spasmodic force.

”Now then, hold tight,” said the rower, as a swell came from seaward, running right in and raising the boat so that by skilful management she was borne forward, right beneath the arch and then away into the depths of the cavern, leaving her rocking upon the watery floor, while it sped on away into the darkness where it broke with a booming noise which echoed, and whispered, and died away in sobs and sighs, and strange hisses and gasps, as if the creatures which made the cavern their lair had been disturbed, and were settling down again to sleep.