"Hello! What are you doing here?" she exclaimed.
"Come on business of a rather particular character," grinned Dick. "Didn't you know your Father's coaching me?"
"He never said so!"
"He is, though. I'm to come three days a week, from nine to ten, and I've just made a start this morning. I say, he's a ripping chap!"
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"I agree with you there," remarked Gwen. "But why aren't you going to school?"
"Thereby2 hangs a tale! I happened to do an idiotic3 thing one afternoon—fainted in the lab, and had to be picked up in the midst of fragments of glass that I'd smashed to smithereens. Then Dad got some wretched specialist to come down and see me, and the fellow said I must stop school for this term at any rate."
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Do you feel ill?"
"No. I'm all right—but it's rather rotten, for I'm knocked off 'footer'."
"How sickening for you! I know how wild I should be if I mightn't play hockey. What may you do?"
"Only just loaf about—not even golf."
"May you go walks?"
"Oh, yes! but it's rather slow mooning about on the moors5 by oneself."
"Have you been to see Stack Head, where the sea-birds build? Or the chasms7? Oh! you ought to go there! I'll show you the way if you like!"
"I wish you would!"
"There'd be heaps of time this morning—that's to say if I may go," added Gwen, suddenly recollecting9 that she had promised Beatrice on her honour not to go anywhere without leave. "Oh, here's Dad, so I can ask him."
"Yes, by all means take Dick to Stack Head, the walk will do him good," replied Mr. Gascoyne. "Be careful, and don't scramble10 about too much, that's all—those cliffs are dangerous, remember!"
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"We'll go as cautiously as two pussy-cats," said Gwen.
"Hardly an apt simile11!" laughed Mr. Gascoyne, pointing to Pluto12, the black Persian, that was careering madly up a tree at the moment. "However, you're used to Skelwick rocks, and Dick will have to learn his footing. Only please don't learn it at the expense of your neck, Dick! We haven't gone far enough with the Latin prose yet!"
"You needn't be afraid for me, sir, though I came a cropper over old Cicero this morning," laughed Dick.
It was a beautiful, sunny day in early November; one of those late autumn days when a little crisp hoar frost lingers in the hollows, but in the full sunshine it is almost as warm as summer. Gwen fetched a favourite stick, her indispensable companion on the moors, and, discarding her jacket, set forth13 joyously14 for a five-mile tramp. She loved the great bare headland that rose behind the Parsonage; there was a sense of freedom in leaving the houses of the village, and seeing only sea and sky around, and feeling the short, fine grass under her feet. It was a stiff climb to the top of the plateau, but once up there was a tolerably flat walk of about a couple of miles to the jagged rocks that formed the end of the promontory15.
"Isn't it glorious?" said Gwen, when, the scrambling16 part finished, they sat for a moment or two on a rock to take breath. Below lay the clear, grey, even, shimmering17 surface of the sea, a little hazy18 at the horizon, and changing to deepest green as it neared the cliffs, where the sea-birds wheeled round screaming in sheer joy of life. "Don't you feel as if
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you could take a jump from the edge and just go sailing down like a gull19, and land gently on the water, and float off?"
"Better not try the experiment unless you provide yourself with a parachute! An aeroplane could make a good start up here. Do you ever get any guillemots' eggs? Or puffins'?"
"Not often; though sometimes the lighthouse men bring us a few. Are you collecting eggs?"
"Rather! I've got nearly five hundred. I could do with a razor-bill's or a puffin's."
"You'll have to wait till next summer. June and July are the best months. I can show you where the birds sit, though. They haven't proper nests, they just squat20 on the rocks, packed as close together as sardines21. It's wonderful to see them. And the noise they make! No, it isn't here, it's over by the chasms; we shall get there soon."
Half an hour's brisk walking brought them to what must have seemed to the ancient inhabitants of these islands the end of the world. The headland descended22 in a sheer precipice23 into the water, while wicked-looking rocks showed a black point here and there among the surf as a warning to any vessel24 to give them a wide berth25. The cliff was hardly less dangerous than the rocks below, for its surface was torn into great rugged26 chasms, each as deep as the sea level, though often only a few feet in breadth. These curious natural rents wound in tortuous27 course to the edge of the precipice, sometimes crossing one another, and thus leaving islands stranded28 between, or long promontories29, from the ends of which there would be
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no escape except by a jump. Gwen and Dick picked their way carefully along. There was scarcely need for Mr. Gascoyne's warning; each felt the entire necessity for extreme caution. Peeping over the edges of the chasms they could see green ferns growing in splendid clumps30 in clefts31 of the rock, and farther down darkness or a glint of water.
"Ugh! It would be horrible to tumble there!" declared Gwen, shivering as she gazed into the dim depths. "You don't feel as if you'd ever come up again, do you? Why, what's that? Did you hear?"
"Nothing but the gulls32."
"It's like someone shouting. There it is again—behind us."
"By Jove! it is someone calling. Has anybody slipped down one of these holes? We'd best go and see, but do be careful. Hello, there! We're coming!"
Walking, as Gwen had said, like cautious cats, they threaded their way along the narrow strips of land till they reached the particular chasm8 whence the shouts issued. Looking over, they could see on a ledge33 about six feet down a little corduroyed, blue-jerseyed figure, and a frightened, freckled34 face that peered upwards35. Gwen recognized the urchin36 in a moment: it was Johnnie Cass, the scapegrace of a family of fisher folk who lived in the village, and the naughtiest boy in Winnie's Sunday School class. He was in no immediate37 danger, for the ledge was wide, but the wall of rock above him was too steep to admit of his climbing up.
"Johnnie, what are you doing down there?" she called.
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"Oh! boo-hoo-hoo!" wailed38 the scared voice from below. "I were reachin' after a sea-gurt with a broke wing and down I cooms!"
"Serve you right, too! How do you intend getting back?"
"I don't know—I wish my mother was 'ere!" and again he broke into a howl of woe39.
"I'm glad she's not—she'd make a worse noise than you, from my experience of her," murmured Gwen. "Look here!" she continued, turning to Dick, "I suppose we've got to fish this little wretch4 up somehow."
"If I reach down can you catch hold of my hand and let me pull you?" shouted Dick to the snivelling Johnnie.
"Nay40! I durstn't stir an inch—oh! where's my mother?"
"He's lost his nerve—that's what's the damage. If I go down for him could you give me a haul back?"
Gwen shook her head.
"You're too heavy. Better do it the other way. I'll go down, hand up the kid, and then you shall pull me back. Nonsense! I'm not bothered with nerves. Shan't mind in the least!"
It seemed the more feasible plan, for the six feet of rock that sheered down to the ledge was so steep and smooth of surface as to render it impossible for anyone to climb it without assistance; and it would be comparatively easy for Dick to drag Gwen's lighter42 weight to the top, though a difficult matter for her to pull him. If her heart went into her mouth as she let herself over the edge, Gwen did not show it. She
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was not given to exhibiting the white feather, and both at school and at home kept up a well-deserved reputation for pluck. Five seconds landed her by Johnnie's side, and once there she tried not to look into the gulf43 below. After some amount of cajoling, she persuaded the young rascal44 to take his dirty little fists out of his eyes, and allow himself to be hoisted45 up within reach of Dick's firm grip; then a successful heave did the rest. Johnnie was soon in safety, but it was much harder work for Gwen to follow; there was nobody to boost her, and not an inch of ledge on the rock to make a foothold.
"It's good practice for Alpine46 climbing!" she gasped47, as with dishevelled hair and grazed face she at last scrambled48 back. "I thought my arms were being dislocated."
Dick was rubbing his own arms ruefully, but he did not complain. He had turned very white. Perhaps the effort of pulling up two people had been rather too much for him. Gwen suddenly remembered with compunction that he was ill, and not even allowed the exertion49 of golf, much less "footer". She wished she had thought of it before and gone to the lighthouse for help.
"I'm an idiot," she told herself. "It was I who suggested he should do the hauling part. I hope he hasn't done himself any harm."
Meantime Johnnie Cass stood surveying Gwen with the grin of Puck.
"Yer face is bleedin', and yer hair's all over yer eyes. Aye, yer do look a sight!" he volunteered.
Gwen shook him! She really couldn't help it; it
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relieved her feelings so very much. After all, it is rather nervy work to go down a chasm; and though she wouldn't own that she had minded in the least, her legs seemed weak and queer, and her hands were hot and trembling, and there was a funny buzzing sound in her head. She was rather ashamed of herself for losing her temper, however, and tried suddenly to be dignified50.
"Johnnie Cass," she protested solemnly, "you ought to be grateful to me for saving your life instead of making impertinent remarks!"
Dick burst out laughing.
"Bravo!" he said. "Look here, you kid, if you don't want your head punched as well you'd best obliterate51 yourself."
Johnnie took the hint and fled away over the moor6, bolting for home with all possible speed and lifting up his voice as he went in a melancholy52 howl. Dick and Gwen sat down on a rock to recover themselves.
"You've got some pluck—for a girl," said Dick, throwing a pebble53 into the chasm. "I didn't expect you'd really go down there and fetch him. Girls generally stand by and shriek54."
"Not modern girls," affirmed Gwen. "They used to do the shrieking55 business in oldfashioned novels. It's gone out of fashion since hockey came in."
"I thought ladies were supposed to scream and wring56 their slim, fair hands!"
"Shows you haven't got any sisters! Do my hands look slim and fair?"
"Well, no, they're a good deal more like a boy's," admitted Dick.
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"I often wish I were a boy," sighed Gwen regretfully.
"Don't! You're a jolly sight nicer as you are," returned Dick, getting up to go.
The pair did not reach the Parsonage until after one o'clock, and Beatrice and Mr. Gascoyne were beginning to wonder what had become of them.
"I hope Dick's none the worse," said Father rather anxiously when Gwen poured out the tale of their adventure. "I'm afraid it's been a tiring morning for him. He had better stop to lunch and have a good rest afterwards before he attempts to walk home. I'll go and telephone to his father from the post office and say we're keeping him. Perhaps Dr. Chambers will say he mustn't come here again if we let him do rash things!"
The family laughed at the humorous account of the rescue of Johnnie Cass which Dick and Gwen gave at the dinner table.
"You needn't have expected gratitude57 from that imp41!" said Winnie, who had suffered many hard experiences in Sunday School. "Possibly his mother may thank you, but I doubt even that."
"All the same Gwen did her best, and that's a satisfaction," said Father. "Johnnie's a clever little lad in spite of his naughtiness, and may turn out better than we expect Some day he may even thank you for having saved his life. Gwen must keep her eye on him. He owes her so much it ought to make a bond between them."
"Well, I wish her joy of her protégé," said Winnie, with a dubious58 shake of her head.
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After that Dick spent many Saturday mornings at the Parsonage. His father would not allow him to invite his own friends as they always proved rather too much for him, but the boy was lonely, and found the Gascoynes pleasant companions. Gwen especially, who was nearest his own age, became his particular chum, and the two carried out many experiments together in the way of photography, amateur bookbinding, and one or two other hobbies in which they were mutually interested. Dick's lessons with Mr. Gascoyne were over by ten o'clock, and he generally stayed an hour or two longer, adapting himself so well to the household that he soon seemed to be almost one of the family. Giles and Basil adored him, and haunted his footsteps as much as they were allowed, but their mischievous59 young fingers generally worked such havoc60 among slides and specimens61 that Gwen was often forced to turn them out and lock the door upon them.
"Monkeys from the zoo are tame and well-behaved compared with Stumps62 and Bazzie," she declared. "If one wants one's things ruined commend me to two small brothers!"
Gwen was delighted to have found so congenial a friend. Beatrice and Winnie, being both older, were naturally companions for one another and were inclined to treat her entirely63 as one of the younger ones, forgetting how fast she was growing up, and it was difficult to make childish little Lesbia interested in anything. Here at last was somebody who appreciated birds' eggs, and butterflies, and collections of shells, and pressed flowers; someone who did pen-
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and-ink drawings a great deal better than herself, and who knew exactly how to make lantern slides, and could even manage to mend the toy printing press that Giles had broken.
Dick was clever with his fingers, and as he was not allowed to read very much he spent long hours at home constructing wonderful boxes for birds' eggs, or stretchers for butterflies and moths64, or preparing slides for the microscope.
"I'm going to be a doctor when I grow up," he confided65 to Gwen, "so microscopic66 work will be a help to me. Dad's teaching me a little scrap67 of dispensing68 now, just to amuse me."
"I hope he doesn't let you make up the bottles of medicine!" laughed Gwen. "I pity the patients."
"Rather not, but I see what goes in them. If you'll come over to the surgery some day I'll make you taste something for laughing!"
"We should be lost without Dick now," said Gwen one day at tea. "What shall we do when he goes back to school?"
"I'm afraid that won't be just yet," said Mr. Gascoyne. "He doesn't get strong as fast as his father hoped. He's a nice lad, not brilliant, but very painstaking69 over his work. It's quite a pleasure to teach him."
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