Part 39 (1/2)

”Ay, ay, sir; much snugger in port than out yonder.”

_Boom_! came a heavy blow from a wave, and the offing seemed to be obscured now by the drifting spray.

Van Heldre focussed a heavy binocular, and gazed out to sea long and carefully.

”Any one been up to the look-out?” he said, as he lowered his gla.s.s.

”Two on us tried it, sir,” said one of the men, ”but the wind's offle up yonder, and you can't see nothing.”

”Going to try it, sir?” said another of the group.

Van Heldre nodded; and he was on his way to a roughly-formed flight of granite steps, which led up to the ruins of the old castle which had once defended the mouth of the harbour, when another mackintosh-clothed figure came up.

”Ah, Mr Leslie,” said Van Heldre, looking at the new-comer searchingly.

”Good morning,” was the reply, ”or I should say bad morning. There'll be some mischief after this.”

Van Heldre nodded, for conversation was painful, and pa.s.sed on.

”Going up yonder?” shouted Leslie.

There was another nod, and under the circ.u.mstances, not pausing to ask permission, Leslie followed the old merchant, climbing the rough stone steps, and holding on tightly by the rail.

”Best look out, master,” shouted one of the group. ”Soon as you get atop roosh acrost and kneel down behind the old parry-putt.”

It was a difficult climb and full of risk, for as they went higher they were more exposed, till as they reached the rough top which formed a platform, the wind seemed to rush at them as interlopers which it strove to sweep off and out to sea.

Van Heldre stood, gla.s.s in hand, holding on by a block of granite, his mackintosh tightly pressed to his figure in front, and filling out behind till it had a balloon-like aspect that seemed grotesque.

”I daresay I look as bad,” Leslie muttered, as, taking the rough fisherman's advice, he bent down and crept under the shelter of the ancient parapet, a dwarf breast-work, with traces of the old crude bastions just visible, and here, to some extent, he was screened from the violence of the wind, and signed to Van Heldre to join him.

Leslie placed his hands to his mouth, and shouted through them.

”Hadn't you better come here, sir?”

For the position seemed terribly insecure. They were on the summit of the rocky headland, with the sides going on three sides sheer down to the sh.o.r.e, on two of which sides the sea kept hurling huge waves of water, which seemed to make the rock quiver to its foundations. One side of the platform was protected by the old breast-work; on the opposite the stones had crumbled away or fallen, and here there was a swift slope of about thirty feet to the cliff edge.

It was at the top of this slope that Van Heldre stood gazing out to sea.

Leslie, as he watched him, felt a curious premonition of danger, and gathered himself together involuntarily, ready for a spring.

The danger he antic.i.p.ated was not long in making its demand upon him, for all at once there was a tremendous gust, as if an atmospheric wave had risen up to spring at the man standing on high as if daring the fury of the tempest; and in spite of Van Heldre's st.u.r.dy frame he completely lost his balance. He staggered for a moment, and, but for his presence of mind in throwing himself down, he would have been swept headlong down the swift slope to destruction.

As it was he managed to cling to the rocks, as the wind swept furiously over, and chocked his downward progress for the moment. This would have been of little avail, for, buffeted by the wind, he was gliding slowly down, and but for Leslie's quickly rendered aid, it would only have been a matter of moments before he had been hurled down upon the rocks below.

Even as he staggered, Leslie mastered the peculiar feeling of inertia which attacked him, and, creeping rapidly over the intervening s.p.a.ce, made a dash at the fluttering overcoat, caught it, twisted it rapidly, and held on.

Then for a s.p.a.ce neither moved, for it was as if the storm was raging with redoubled fury at the chance of its victim being s.n.a.t.c.hed away.

The lull seemed as if it would never come; and when it did Leslie felt afraid to stir lest the fragile material by which he supported his companion should give way. In a few moments, however, he was himself, and shouting so as to make his voice plainly heard--for, close as he was, his words seemed to be swept away as uttered--he uttered a few short clear orders, which were not obeyed.