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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Well," said the doctor, after hearing a part of our adventure, "I suppose I must not thank Bob for this job, eh, Duncan? It was your fault, you see. My word, sir, you did give me a fright." "I'll take all the blame, Chowne," said my father; "but let me tell Mrs Bonnet that we're all right, poor woman, and then let's walk across to my place to breakfast."
"No way up to the top, sir," said Bigley. "No, father, none," I said. "No way?" said my father, and he frowned severely; "and there is no way up whatever at our end. Boys, we shall have to venture out, and swim round the point." Bob Chowne shuddered, and I felt a curious sensation of dread creeping over me which I tried to shake off.
He inquired concerning Samuel Borlase, and Inspector Chowne gave it as his opinion that the material was there, but explained that Sam stood all untried as yet and his value still doubtful.
After my father had finished his story it was arranged that watch should be set, and the arrangement made was that Bob Chowne and I should take the first spell, and it was to last as long as we liked that is to say, we were to watch until we were tired, and then call my father and Bigley, who would watch for the rest of the night.
As Bigley squeezed my hand and started off, my father exclaimed: "Now I must have a messenger to go to Ripplemouth for Doctor Chowne. What man is not wounded?" There was a murmur among the group assembled about the fire, a grim blood-smeared powder-blackened set of beings, several of whom had had their hair scorched away by the explosion.
"What's the matter!" said Bob. "Your father ill?" "No," I replied; "I think it's about business." How well I can recollect Doctor Chowne! A little fierce-looking stoutish man, in drab breeches and top-boots, and a very old-fashioned cocked hat that looked terribly the worse for wear.
He weren't what you might call an amusing man and he hadn't yet reached the stage to make allowances and keep his weather eye shut when the occasion demanded it; but these high branches of understanding was likely to develop in time, and Inspector Chowne, who ruled over him when these things fell out, always held of Samuel Borlase that the material was there and the man hadn't took up his calling without promising gifts to justify it.
My father said it would be better to stop, and while we were waiting Bob Chowne asked whether we were going to search the cave and see what was there. "No!" said my father in very decisive tones. "But you said something about us lads exploring it, sir, yesterday I mean last night." "Yes, my lad, I did," replied my father so sternly that Bob Chowne was quite silenced; "but I have changed my mind."
"Because I sinned in ignorance and it would be very ill-convenient if I got in trouble with the police afore I'd been here a fortnight." "You'll never get in trouble with the police," explained Samuel. "In the first place, Inspector Chowne is related to your father." "He's my uncle," she answered, "and a dear man."
I remember raising myself a little to look at Bob Chowne in his lazy attitude. Then I stared at Bigley, who had doubled back his long legs, as he watched the boat, whose sails seemed to be coming nearer now, and then I sank back in my former attitude, to gaze at the cliffs and the soft blue sky flecked with silvery gauzy clouds.
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