A WAY OUT.
WATCHING the waves as they flowed into the cave, Duke came to the
conclusion that it was barely high tide. He and Noel would have to wait
a long, long time ere it was possible to get home by way of the beach,
even if they were able to climb down from their chamber in the rock. As
he sat beside his brother, Duke tried hard to wait patiently, but to
sit still is never easy for a boy so restless as he.
Long shafts of golden light were slanting through the window-like
opening across the cave. From the direction they took Duke guessed that
the sun was low in the west and the afternoon wearing to its close.
He could see gulls sailing by on white wings or perching for an instant
on the edge of the window. He could catch a glimpse of the blue sky and
hear the great waves dashing against the outside of the cave. Gradually
their onset grew quieter. Turning to look at Noel, Duke saw that he had
fallen asleep with his head resting on the hard rock.
"A stone for his pillow, like Jacob," Duke said to himself, and a
feeling of pity and love for his little brother swept over him. He
reproached himself for having led Noel into this trouble. He had
promised his mother that he would guard Noel from danger, but not a
thought had he given to this promise, nor to the possible consequences
of his action when he led Noel through the secret doorway.
"If I'd been straight with mother about the candle this would not have
happened," he reflected. "Poor little chap! he does look tired, and
he's taken it like a brick and never said a nasty word."
Filled with remorse, Duke slipped off his coat, and rolling it into a
rough bolster, placed it beneath Noel's head. Noel opened his eyes as
his brother raised him, but they closed again in a moment. Duke watched
him with envy. He wished he could sleep. Waiting was dull indeed when
he could not talk to Noel.
Then an idea struck him. He would do a little exploring alone. He had
taken care not to lose the candle. Perhaps if he found his way back to
the rocky platform and groped about on it, he might find the box of
matches. If he could only light the candle he would soon run back by
the way they had come, and try what hammering on the door would effect.
Screwing up his courage, he set out. It seemed horribly dark in the
narrow passage as he moved along it with his back to the light; but
Duke went bravely forward till he reached the platform. Once more he
caused a flight of birds; but he was prepared for this now, and it
startled him less. In vain he searched for the matches; they were not
to be found.
Duke made a discovery, however. He came upon the entrance to a path
tunnelled through the cliff at a sharp angle to the one which he and
Noel had descended. Venturing into it, he perceived to his delight that
it rose steeply, and there was a spark of light at its far end. It was
a narrower and more rugged path than the other. In places huge stones
blocked the way and threatened to make progress impossible; but Duke
clambered over them and struggled on, climbing on hands and knees.
The light grew clearer as he went on, till at last he saw before him
an opening, veiled by a curtain of brambles, through which a man might
have climbed.
The next minute a welcome sound reached Duke's ears. It was the loud,
deep bark of a dog.
"Nero! Nero!" Duke shouted, almost beside himself with joy.
Ere he could reach the opening, he saw the dog's dark body pass it,
then return, his black muzzle sniffing about the brambles. With a great
effort Duke struggled up the last steep bit, pitched head foremost
through the brambles, and found himself lying on a grassy slope not
far from the top of the cliff, with Nero standing over him. Recovering
himself after a few moments, he followed Nero, whose master was not far
off, along a little path to the safe ground above.
While Duke was making his way up the hard, steep path, Noel continued
to sleep. He was roused by the sound of voices close at hand. He felt
sick and giddy as he sat up and looked about him in bewilderment. What
strange place was this that he was in, and where was Duke?
Recollection came to him in a moment and added to his distress at
Duke's absence. Where could he be? His was not one of the voices which
he now heard again and knew that he had already heard in his dreams.
"You must not mind wetting your feet, Ned," said a man's voice. "I
can't bring the boat any nearer. You'll just have to wade."
There followed the sound of knocks and splashes with smothered cries
and laughter.
"Duke, Duke!" cried Noel. "Where are you? Come quickly. There is
someone here with a boat. They must have come to take us home."
Even in his own ears his voice had a strange hollow sound. From the
dim recesses of the cave a faint echo seemed to mock him. There was no
other response, and his words ended in a sob.
Presently curious sounds caused him to peep down into the cave below.
He was in time to see a man's head appearing from the other side of
the hole which communicated with the outer cave. Noel recognised the
head. It was that of the big round-faced man who had squeezed him so
unmercifully as he sat on the coach.
With a painful effort he dragged his unwieldy body through the opening,
then pulled after him a short ladder, behind which appeared another man
who wore a fur cap. He looked like a sailor and had small, narrow eyes
which glanced furtively around as he entered the cave.
"What was it made that cry?" he asked. "I did not like it. It sounded
wisht."
"Wisht!" echoed the other contemptuously. "It does not take much to
frighten you Cornishmen with your signs and omens. You heard nothing
but the screech of a gull. Bring the ladder here. We'll soon see if the
old chap hides his gold in that hole up there."