On the Rocks
"Our train will start at half-past six," said Miss Lincoln, when tea was
finished, and the girls were standing in little groups in the hotel
garden, wondering what to do next. "All who like may go on to the beach
again, or on to the cliffs, but no one must walk farther than the white
farm near the flagstaff. You must return immediately you are told, and
be at the station by a quarter past six."
The girls dispersed, some to wander along the shore to find a few more
shells, mermaids' purses, or strips of ribbon seaweed; some to climb to
the top of the cliff by the flagstaff; and others to play games on a
piece of common near the white farm that Miss Lincoln had appointed as a
boundary beyond which they must not venture. Patty, who was hunting for
sea anemones in the small pools among the rocks, noticed Muriel and her
friends, Maud, Vera, and Kitty, hurrying as fast as they could along the
beach in the opposite direction from the village.
"Where are you going?" called Phyllis Chambers, who was engaged in
taking down the bathing tent.
"Oh! nowhere in particular," they replied, stopping as if they had been
rather caught; "only just for a little stroll, to say good-bye to the
waves."
"You mustn't go beyond the next point of rock; Miss Lincoln said so."
"Miss Lincoln said nothing about the shore. She said the white farm on
the cliff," replied Maud, rather sulkily.
"Well, that rock is exactly underneath the farm."
"We were only going to peep round the point. It wouldn't take five
minutes," said Muriel.
"I can't allow it, all the same," said Phyllis, firmly.
"I'm sure Miss Lincoln never meant----" began Kitty Harrison, but she
was interrupted by Phyllis.
"Miss Lincoln has put me in authority for this afternoon. I have her
orders, and I tell you you're not to go."
Looking very cross and disconsolate, the four girls sat down on the sand
a little distance away, to grumble and discuss the situation.
"I don't believe Miss Lincoln meant exactly what she said," declared
Kitty.
"I'm sure she didn't. It's only Phyllis who's so proud of being prefect,
and likes to show her authority," agreed Maud.
"I don't see why we should do as she tells us; she's only a schoolgirl
like ourselves," said Vera.
"I expect she wanted to be nasty, and pay us out for what happened last
week in the gymnasium," said Muriel.
"It's too bad!"
"It's an absolute shame!"
"Suppose we were to go after all," suggested Vera tentatively.
"But Phyllis would stop us."
"She won't see. She's taking the tent poles and walking up that path
towards the hotel. She'll be round the corner in half a minute."
"Why, so she is!"
"If we're quick we could be beyond the point before she comes back."
"Then come along at once."
"Yes, don't let us waste a moment."
The four girls jumped up, and, hurrying off, went away round the rock
with such record speed, that by the time Phyllis returned to fetch the
remainder of the tent they were well out of sight. Imagining that they
must have walked down the beach towards the village, Phyllis did not
trouble to go and look for them, so the only person who knew the real
direction they had taken was Patty, who happened to have overheard most
of the conversation, and to have seen their hasty flight. Having
examined as many sea anemones as she cared to, Patty climbed up a steep
little track on to the cliff again, and spent a blissful half-hour by
herself, lying in the sunshine on a bed of purple heath, watching the
white sails of the boats in the distance, and a steamer far out on the
horizon. From her point of lookout she had a very good view over the
whole of the large bay. How fast the tide was flowing in! The sandbanks,
which only ten minutes ago had gleamed yellow in the sunshine, were now
covered with water, and a huge white wave appeared at the mouth of the
estuary, advancing with threatening speed.
"It must be the tidal wave that Phyllis spoke about," thought Patty.
"She told us how dangerous it is on this coast, how it comes in with a
great rush, as fast as a man can run, and floods all the bay quite
suddenly. I expect that was the reason Miss Lincoln wouldn't let us go
far along the beach this afternoon. Why! Surely that cannot be Muriel
and the others such a long way out upon the sands! I thought they would
have been back before now. Yes, it is! And their backs are turned to the
sea! They're sauntering along as calmly as if the tide were going down
instead of rising. Oh, why don't they look round and hurry?"
Patty sprang to her feet and waved her handkerchief frantically, but the
girls were not looking in her direction, and took no notice. What was
she to do? She felt, at all costs, they must be warned. She would be
obliged to disregard Miss Lincoln's orders, and to go along the beach
and tell them of their danger. There was not time to run back and ask
permission. Nobody else was in sight, so she must decide on her own
authority that it was expedient for once to disobey. Scrambling quickly
on to the shore by an even more precipitous path than the one by which
she had ascended, Patty made what haste she could along the sands
towards her companions. She shouted to them while she was still a
considerable distance off, but though they waved their hands in reply,
they did not come any the faster.
"How stupid they are!" thought Patty. "Can't they see the water behind
them? They walk as if they were strolling round the quad."
With an extra effort she hurried on, and reached them out of breath and
panting.
"Why don't you make haste?" she gasped. "Didn't you hear me call?"
"It's all very well to say 'Make haste!'" replied Maud. "We can't get
Muriel along."
"I've hurt my foot," said Muriel. "I slipped on a stone, and I think I
must have sprained my ankle. It hurts dreadfully when I lean any weight
upon it. Let me have your arm, Patty."
"Don't you see how fast the tide's rising?" said Patty, giving the
asked-for assistance. "If we're not very quick we shall be surrounded."
"Why, so we shall!" exclaimed Vera. "I didn't notice it before. Come
along at once. We must run."
"I can't run," said Muriel fretfully, "you know I can't. I can scarcely
even limp as it is."
"You must," said Maud, taking her other arm; "that is, if you don't want
to be drowned."
"Don't pull me, Maud," cried Muriel, "you're hurting me. Oh, I can't go
any faster! My foot will give way underneath me."
"What are we to do?" said Kitty blankly. "The water's rushing round on
both sides of us! If we don't get across that piece of sand in front
directly, we shall be on an island."
"Let us make a chair of our hands," suggested Patty, "and try to carry
Muriel. See, Maud! Clasp my wrists like this, and I'll clasp yours.
Muriel, sit down! Now, then; one, two, let's step together."
"She's too heavy; I can't manage it!" exclaimed Maud, dropping her
burden on to the sands.
"Then you try, Kitty."
"No, no! I'm not so strong as Maud. Oh, look at the water!"
"Come along, girls," shouted Vera, "we must run for our lives! It's no
use our all being drowned."
"Maud! Kitty! Vera! You don't mean to leave me?" shrieked Muriel.
"Quick! Quick!" was the sole reply she received, as her three friends
took to their heels, and, without even turning to look at her, dashed
across the narrow belt of dry land which led between two channels to the
safer bank of shingle beyond.
"The cowards! The mean cowards!" cried Muriel, white with anger and
alarm. "Patty, are you going too?"
"Not without you," replied Patty, sturdily. "Here, I'll help you up,
Muriel, and we must push on, even if we have to wade. Catch hold of my
arm again, and try to walk."
"It hurts so; my foot won't hold me. Oh, the pain is so bad, I must stop
for a minute!"
Patty looked round desperately. Their situation was indeed most
dangerous. The one path to safety was already covered, and even if they
were able to hurry on fast, it was doubtful whether they would be able
to wade to the shore. They were cut off on every side, and their little
island was each moment diminishing in size.
"We must climb on to these rocks," she exclaimed. "Let us scramble up
the tallest; perhaps it may be above high-water mark. Put your arms
round my neck, Muriel, and I'll carry you as well as I can."
Almost sinking under her cousin's weight, Patty staggered along till she
reached the jagged, seaweed-covered rock, which she hoped might afford
them a temporary place of security. Groaning with pain, Muriel managed
with Patty's help to drag herself slowly to the summit.
"Why did I come?" she said. "It was all Vera's fault. She persuaded us
to go, and then kept taking us a little farther and a little farther
every time we wanted to turn back. We shall be drowned; I know we
shall."
"I don't think so," returned Patty hopefully. "The top of the rock is
quite dry, as if it weren't covered at high tide. I believe we shall be
safe, only we may have to stop here for a very long while."
"Let us call for help," suggested Muriel.
Both girls shouted at the pitch of their voices again and again, but
there was no response, except from the sea birds which they disturbed
on the adjacent cliffs.
[Illustration: "THEY WERE CUT OFF ON EVERY SIDE"]
"How long shall we have to stay here?" enquired Muriel presently.
"Why, until the water goes down again."
"When will it go down?"
"What time is it now?" asked Patty.
Muriel consulted the little watch which she wore in a strap on her
wrist.
"Exactly six o'clock," she replied.
"Then it will be high tide about eight or nine, I suppose, and I don't
think it will be low again until nearly midnight, or early in the
morning."
"How dreadful! Won't anybody come to fetch us off?"
"I don't see how they could reach us. Look at the sea! It's rushing
between the rocks like a mill-race. Any ordinary boat would be dashed to
pieces, and there's no lifeboat at Moorcliffe."
Muriel shuddered. The water had indeed overflowed the whole of the
sandbank, and now swirled in a foaming current round the foot of their
retreat, rising every moment a little nearer to them. Following the tide
had come a dense sea fog, that drifted down the bay, veiling the sun,
and, creeping round the rock, wrapped the girls in its clammy,
concealing folds, cutting them off effectually from all possibility of
being seen from the neighbouring cliff. In a few minutes the whole
prospect was blotted out; they seemed in a world of white mist, as
absolutely isolated and alone as if they were in mid-ocean. Trembling
with fear, Muriel turned to Patty.
"Do you think anybody knows where we are?" she asked.
"I can't say. Vera and the others would, of course, tell Miss Lincoln,
but she wouldn't know exactly where to look, and no one could find us in
this fog."
"Do you think the sea'll rise any higher?"
"Yes, a little. It can hardly be full tide yet."
"Patty! I don't know whether I shall be able to swim with my hurt foot.
Suppose the water comes right over the rock, you won't leave me like the
others did, will you?"
"Never!" said Patty, putting her arm round her cousin. "We'll either
both get safely to land, or both go down together."
"Will you promise?"
"Faithfully."
"Thank you. I know you always keep your promises," said Muriel.
She did not speak again for a long time, but sat holding Patty's hand
tightly, and gazing under a horrible fascination at the green,
foam-flecked water that was creeping so stealthily nearer to them. How
cold it looked, and how cruel! How easily it could swirl away their
light weights, and dash them against those jagged points opposite, or
sweep them out into the midst of those long waves, the white crests of
which were just dimly visible through the wall of fog! Inch by inch it
rose; it was only a foot now from the top of the rock, far above the
line which they had supposed was high-water mark.
"I think we had better both take off our tennis shoes," said Patty. "If
we're obliged to swim, you could perhaps manage to float, and I could
pull you along."
"Patty, aren't you terribly afraid?"
"No, not very. Not so much as I thought I should be."
There was silence for a few minutes, and then Muriel said:
"I can't think how it is you're not afraid."
"Because God can take care of us here as well as anywhere else,"
answered Patty, quietly.
"Do you really think He will?"
"I'm going to ask Him now."
"Then so will I," said Muriel, kneeling by her side on the rock.
"Lighten our darkness, we beseech Thee, O Lord, and by Thy great mercy
defend us from all perils and dangers of this night."
How often they had repeated the familiar collect in church or at
evening prayers in the big schoolroom at The Priory, sometimes with
little thought for its meaning; and how different it sounded now in the
midst of the real peril and danger that surrounded them! A great wave
came suddenly dashing up and poured over their feet, and the two
trembling girls looked with white faces as the shoes, which they had
taken off and laid beside them, were swept away and lost in the depths
below. Many fresh thoughts came to Muriel then--thoughts such as had
rarely troubled her before. In the mist and the rushing water her old
standards seemed to be slipping from her; wealth and position felt of
slight value compared to those better things about which she had
hitherto cared so little: and I think, with the surging tide, some of
her old self passed away, and left a new self born in its place.
"It's going down!" cried Patty at last. "That one wave was the
high-water mark. Look! It's certainly lower than it was."
"Then we're saved!" exclaimed Muriel; and, breaking down utterly, she
covered her face with her hands, and burst into a storm of tears.
The tide was undoubtedly on the turn; each wave seemed less forceful
than the last, and though they were still surrounded by water, and
likely to be kept prisoners for many hours yet, they could consider
themselves free from danger, and feel that their lives had been spared.
Time crept slowly on; fortunately, owing to the length of the July day,
it was not yet dark, but the fog had not lifted, and they were not able
to see even so far as the adjoining rocks. Their clothes were wet
through with spray, and they felt damp, and chilly, and forlorn. Both
girls had been tired out with their long day's pleasure before they were
caught by the tide, and the hours of waiting seemed interminable.
Muriel, exhausted with fright and exposure, clung piteously to Patty,
crying quietly, and the latter gave her what comfort she had to offer.
"The water's halfway down the rock already," she said. "In another hour
we may be able to reach the shore, if only the mist would clear."
"My foot still hurts," said Muriel. "I don't believe I shall be able to
limp a step."
"Perhaps a boat will come to find us, now the tide's not so high. I'm
sure Miss Lincoln would send somebody to look."
"You don't think she would go home without us, then?"
"Oh, no! I'm quite certain she wouldn't. Someone would miss us, and then
she would ask who had seen us last."
"Do you think Kitty and Maud and Vera would tell? Perhaps they'd be
ashamed of having left us."
"They'd be obliged to tell. I expect if it hadn't been for the fog we
should have been found before. If you leant your head against me, could
you go to sleep?"
"No, not with the water still so near," said Muriel, shuddering. "I must
just sit still, and wait, and wait, and wait."
Half an hour more passed; the girls were too weary to care to talk, but
at last Muriel spoke again.
"Patty," she said, suddenly, "I want to tell you a secret. It's
something I ought to have told long ago, only I didn't dare. That Caesar
translation belonged to me."
"I thought it did," said Patty, calmly.
"You thought so! Oh, Patty! How did you know?"
"Because I saw you slip it into your desk that afternoon I came so
unexpectedly into the schoolroom. I recognized the green cover the
moment Miss Harper held it up."
"And yet you never said anything about it?"
"No."
"Not to anybody? Not even to Enid?"
"No, not even to Enid. I wasn't certain, and if I had been I wouldn't
have told."
"I've been wretched about it!" said Muriel. "I never intended you to
get blamed, but I daren't confess it was mine."
"Who gave you the book?" asked Patty.
"Horace. He used it himself once, and those were his initials in it, H.
P. for Horace Pearson; and of course everyone believed it meant Patty
Hirst, because the two letters were interlaced, and could be read either
way."
"I'm sorry it was Horace's. I thought better of him," groaned Patty.
"I'm afraid we're neither of us as conscientious as you," said Muriel.
"I used to prepare my Latin with it. I don't know how I could be so
silly as to leave it lying about."
"Perhaps it's as well you did," said Patty, gravely, "or it might never
have been found out."
"I'm dreadfully sorry now," said Muriel. "I wouldn't do it again. I'm so
glad Miss Harper burnt it. It was most unfortunate it should be fixed
upon you. I always told the girls you were innocent."
"I don't think many of them believed it was mine."
"A few did, or at any rate pretended they did. Well, I'll set it all
straight when I get back to school. It'll be hateful to tell Miss
Harper, but it's the one thing I can do to make up, and I will."
Another half-hour had passed, and a slight breeze blowing from the sea
began at length to disperse the fog, which, thinning a little, revealed
the outline of the cliffs on the landward side. The sun had long ago
set, but still showed such a bright glow on the western horizon, that it
was light enough to see that the sandbank was almost clear, and the
water flowing from it in broad channels.
"I think we might leave our rock now," said Patty. "Perhaps if we wade
we could reach the shore before it gets quite dark. Can you manage if I
help you?"
Muriel climbed painfully down, and taking Patty's arm, began to limp her
way over the sands.
"It's half-past ten," she said, "and our train was to leave at half-past
six. All the others will have gone home ages ago. I don't know what we
must do, even if we get to land."
"Somebody's sure to be waiting for us," said Patty. "Why, I believe I
can see a boat over there in the distance. Look! To your left, where the
mist is blowing away."
"It is!" exclaimed Muriel, in much excitement. "A fishing boat, with
three men in it. Let us call as loudly as we can."
The two girls joined in a wild "Halloo!" and to their great relief were
at once answered by a shout in reply. The boat turned her course and
made for the sandbank, and in a few minutes a bronzed old seaman had
leaped over the gunwale and waded through the channel to their rescue.
"Why, little misses, you've got yourselves in a fine fix!" he said, by
way of greeting. "Here we've bin a-lookin' for you for a matter of four
hours; just hangin' about in the fog, we was, and shoutin' every now and
then on the off chance of your hearin' us. I ne'er thought we'd find you
safe and sound, I didn't. Bin up the rock, you say? Ay, them rocks is
never covered. If I'd only knowed you was there! We'd a' seen you long
since, if it hadn't a' bin for the fog."
He lifted Muriel in his arms, and, carrying her as easily as if she had
been a baby, waded with her to the boat, returning afterwards for Patty.
"You're nigh dead beat, both on you," he said, sympathetically. "It's
give you a rare fright, I'll be bound, and us too! Your teacher's half
crazed after you, poor thing! She'll be main glad to see you back, she
will that!"
It was indeed with a feeling of intense relief and thankfulness that
Miss Lincoln welcomed the missing pair as the boat drew up on the beach
at Moorcliffe. The hours of their absence had been a time of such
anxiety and suspense as she had not experienced before with any of her
pupils. One look at her face showed them what she had suffered on their
behalf.
"Thank God you are safe!" she cried, as she took them in her arms and
kissed them.
All the school had returned to The Priory, only Miss Harper remaining
with Miss Lincoln; and as the last train had left, the latter made
arrangements to spend the night at the hotel. The girls were cold and
wet, and much in need of food and rest; so they were only too thankful
to be put to bed at once, instead of starting on a railway journey. The
headmistress would allow very little talk that night about what had
happened, reserving what she had to say for a future occasion; and
Muriel, who knew there was a painful explanation in store for her, was
not sorry that it should be deferred.
"I shall be in dreadful trouble to-morrow," she said to Patty as they
lay in bed, "and I deserve it, I know. I'm going to make a clean breast
of everything, the Caesar translation and several other things, and then
perhaps I shall feel better, and make a fresh start. I haven't said
'Thank you' to you, Patty, because I really don't know how; but you've
been an absolute trump, and I shall tell Miss Lincoln so. I shan't ever
forget it. Good-night!"