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We said we would not, and started off home, where we both expected severe scoldings; but before we had gone fifty yards up the cliff path old Jonas hailed us with a stentorian, "Ahoy!" "What is it, father?" shouted Bigley. "Bring those boys back," roared old Jonas. "I forgot to give 'em the rope's end." I need not tell you we didn't go back.
Then the boat fell off and a wave came with a hissing rush over the bows. "Back water, Sep!" yelled Bigley as he dragged Bob Chowne away, seized his oar, and began pulling, when the boat seemed to be eased again and rose and fell regularly; but a quantity of water kept rushing to and fro about poor Bob Chowne, who kept receiving it alternately in his back and face.
"Why, then you would put a big pig of lead in the bag, let me take hold of the bag, let the rope run slack, and I should go down to the bottom in an instant. Then I should lift a box into the net-bag and come up, leaving it there for you in the boat to haul it up." "Yes, that sounds very simple," said my father; "but could you do it?" "Could I do it!" cried Bigley.
As my father said, it was not so comfortable as being at home, but we were ready enough to adapt ourselves to circumstances; and any change was agreeable in those days. Bigley was delighted, for it robbed his rather lonely life of its dulness, and he never for a moment realised why the change had been made. But though we were always on the spot, my father relaxed none of his old preparations.
Bigley began to pour out for us, old Jonas having pushed his silver mug to my side, while he took a brown one from a shelf for his and Bob's use; and I was feeling sorry that he should have given me the silver mug, because Bob would not like it, when, just as old Jonas mentioned Squire Allworth's sale, his face changed again, and I saw his scowl as he looked at me.
For it seemed to me that it might be very nice for my father to have found a mine of lead and silver, and that it would be very interesting to see it dug out and melted, as we had melted those pieces that day of course in a large way; but I did not feel as if I wanted to be rich, and I would a great deal rather then have been wandering out there on the cliff with Bob Chowne or Bigley Uggleston, when I heard a shout, and, looking in the direction, there, high up on the cliff path, and coming towards me with long strides, was my last-named school-fellow.
"You, Sep, let me try and get up over you. Bob Chowne, you had better stand by him to strengthen him. I'm heavy. Reach down, Bigley, and give me your hand." My father was active enough, and with our help scrambled up on to the top of the rock, where he gave one glance at the speck Bigley pointed out, and then uttered an impatient ejaculation. "Come down," he said. "You're quite right, my lad.
"Wouldn't he?" cried Bob, whose sour looks changed to eagerness. "Hooray, then! Cut off and bring your handkerchief full, and we'll send the stone sky-high." "All right," said Bigley eagerly. "And bring a flint and steel." "Yes: anything else?" "No, that'll do." "But, I say," I ventured to put in, "wouldn't it be dangerous?" "Dangerous! Ha, ha, ha! Hark at him, Big.
Bob thoroughly expressed my feelings when, after amusing himself for a few minutes by throwing dry cushions of moss down at Bigley, he exclaimed: "Well, what's the good of stopping here? Come on down again!" "I'm ready," I said, "only I wish old Big had come up too." "I don't," said Bob; "what's the good of wishing. I'm not going to make my hands sore with tugging.
Meanwhile the water was steadily rising up the sides of our little island rock, and our position was beginning to wear a more serious aspect. "We shall have to swim ashore, boys," said Bigley, speaking in a tone which seemed to indicate that he would rather do anything else. He looked towards the cliff as he spoke, and being so much taller than we, of course he had a much better view.
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