"It isn"t that I don"t _like_ smoking only, Eric, but I think it wrong--for _us_ I mean."
"O, my dear fellow! surely there can"t be any harm in it. Why everybody smokes."
"It may be all very well for men, although I"m not so sure of that. But, at any rate, it"s wrong and ridiculous in boys. You know yourself what harm it does in every way."
"O, it"s a mere school rule against it. How can it be wrong? Why, I even know clergymen who smoke."
Montagu laughed. "Well, clergymen ain"t immaculate," said he; "but I never met a man yet who didn"t tell you that he was _sorry_ he"d acquired the habit."
"I"m sure you won"t thank that rascally cousin of mine for having taught you," said Russell; "but seriously, isn"t it a very moping way of spending the afternoon, to go and lie down behind some hay-stack, or in some frowsy tumble-down barn, as you smokers do, instead of playing racquets or football?"
"O, it"s pleasant enough sometimes," said Eric, speaking rather against his own convictions.
"As for me, I"ve nearly left it off," said Montagu, "and I think Rose convinced me that it was a mistake. Not that he knows that I ever did smoke; I should be precious sorry if he did, for I know how he despises it in boys. Were you in school the other day when he caught Pietrie and Brooking?"
"No."
"Well, when Brooking went up to have his exercise corrected, Rose smelt that he had been smoking, and charged him with it. Brooking stoutly denied it, but after he had told the most robust lies, Rose made him empty his pockets, and there, sure enough, were a pipe and a cigar-case half full! You _should_ have heard how Rose thundered and lightened at him for his lying, and then sent him to the Doctor. I never saw him so terrific before."
"You don"t mean to say you were convinced it was wrong because Brooking was caught, and told lies--do you? _Non sequitur_."
"Stop--not so fast." Very soon after Rose twigged Pietrie, who at once confessed, and was caned. I happened to be in the library when Rose sent for him, and Pietrie said mildly that "he didn"t see the harm of it."
Rose smiled in his kind way, and said, "Don"t see the _harm_ of it! Do you see any good in it?"
"No, sir."
"Well, isn"t it forbidden?"
"Yes, sir."
"And doesn"t it waste your money?"
"Yes, sir."
"And tempt you to break rules, and tell lies to screen yourself?"
"Yes, sir," said Pietrie, putting his tail between his legs.
"And don"t your parents disapprove it? And doesn"t it throw you among some of the worst boys, and get you into great troubles? Silly child,"
he said, pulling Pietrie"s ear (as he sometimes does, you know), "don"t talk nonsense; and remember next time you"re caught I shall have you punished." So off went Pietrie, [Greek: achreian idon] as our friend Homer says. And your humble servant was convinced."
"Well, well," said Eric laughing, "I suppose you"re right. At any rate, I give in. Two to one ain"t fair; [Greek: ards duo o Aerachlaes], since you"re in a quoting humor."
Talking in this way they got to Rilby Head, where they found plenty to amuse them. It was a splendid headland, rising bluff four hundred feet out of the sea, and presenting magnificent reaches of rock scenery on all sides. The boys lay on the turf at the summit, and flung innocuous stones at the sea-gulls as they sailed far below them over the water, and every now and then pounced at some stray fish that came to the surface; or they watched the stately barks as they sailed by on the horizon, wondering at their cargo and destination; or chaffed the fishermen, whose boats heaved on the waves at the foot of the promontory. When they were rested, they visited a copper-mine by the side of the head, and filled their pockets with bits of bright quartz or red shining spar, which they found in plenty among the rocks.
In the afternoon they strolled towards home, determining to stop a little at the Stack on their way. The Stack formed one of the extremities of Ellan Bay, and was a huge ma.s.s of isolated schist, accessible at low water, but entirely surrounded at high tide. It was a very favorite resort of Eric"s, as the coast all about it was bold and romantic; and he often went there with Russell on a Sunday evening to watch the long line of golden radiance slanting to them over the water from the setting sun--a sight which they often agreed to consider one of the most peaceful and mysteriously beautiful in nature.
They reached the Stack, and began to climb to its summit. The sun was just preparing to set, and the west was gorgeous with red and gold.
"We shan"t see the line on the waters this evening," said Eric; "there"s too much of a breeze. But look, what a glorious sunset!"
"Yes; it"ll be stormy tomorrow," answered Russell, "but come along, let"s get to the top; the wind"s rising, and the waves will be rather grand."
"Ay, we"ll sit and watch them; and let"s finish our grub; I"ve got several eggs left, and I want to get them out of my pocket."
They devoured the eggs, and then stood enjoying the sight of the waves, which sometimes climbed up the rock almost to their feet, and then fell back, hissing and discomfited. Suddenly they remembered that it was getting late, and that they ought to get home for tea at seven.
"Hallo!" said Russell, looking at his watch, "it"s half-past six. We must cut back as hard as we can. By the bye, I hope the tide hasn"t been coming in all this time."
"Good G.o.d!" said Montagu, with a violent start, "I"m afraid it has, though! What a.s.ses we have been, with our waves and sunsets. Let"s set off as hard as we can pelt."
Immediately they scrambled, by the aid of hands and knees, down the Stack, and made their way for the belt of rock which joined it to the mainland; but, to their horror, they at once saw that the tide had come in, and that a narrow gulf of sea already divided them from the sh.o.r.e.
"There"s only one way for it," said Eric; "if we"re plucky we can jump that; but we musn"t wait till it gets worse. A good jump will take us _nearly_ to the other side--far enough, at any rate, to let us flounder across somehow."
As fast as they could they hurried along down to the place where the momentarily increasing zone of water seemed as yet to be narrowest; and where the rocks on the other side were lower than those on which they stood. Their situation was by no means pleasant. The wind had been rising more and more, and the waves dashed into this little channel with such violence, that to swim it would have been a most hazardous experiment, particularly as they could not dive in from the ledge on which they stood, from their ignorance of the depth of water.
Eric"s courage supported the other two. "There"s no good _thinking_ about it," said he, "jump we _must_; the sooner the better. We can but be a little hurt at the worst. Here, I"ll set the example."
He drew back a step or two, and sprang out with all his force. He was a practised and agile jumper, and, to their great relief, he alighted near the water"s edge, on the other side, where, after slipping once or twice on the wet and seaweed-covered rocks, he effected a safe landing, with no worse harm than a wetting up to the knees.
"Now then, you too," he shouted; "no time to lose."
"Will you jump first, Monty?" said Russell; "both of you are better jumpers than I, and to tell the truth I"m rather afraid."
"Then I won"t leave you," said Montagu; "we"ll both stay here."
"And perhaps be drowned or starved for our pains No, Monty, _you_ can clear it, I"ve no doubt."
"Couldn"t we try to swim it together, Edwin?"
"Madness! look there." And as he spoke, a huge furious wave swept down the whole length of the gulf by which they stood, roaring and surging along till the whole water seethed, and tearing the seaweeds from their roots in the rock.
"Now"s your time," shouted Eric again. "What _are_ you waiting for? For G.o.d"s sake, jump before another wave comes."
"Monty, you _must_ jump now," said Russell, "if only to help me when I try."
Montagu went back as far as he could, which was only a few steps, and leapt wildly forward. He lighted into deep water, nearly up to his neck, and at first tried in vain to secure a footing on the sharp slippery schist; but he stumbled forwards vigorously, and in half a minute, Eric leaning out as far as he could, caught his hand, and just pulled him to the other side in time to escape another rush of tumultuous and angry foam.
"Now, Edwin," they both shouted, "it"ll be too late in another minute.
Jump for your life."
Russell stood on the rock pale and irresolute. Once or twice he prepared to spring, and stopped from fear at the critical instant. In truth, the leap was now most formidable; to clear it was hopeless; and the fury of the rock-tormented waves rendered the prospect of a swim on the other side terrible to contemplate. Once in the grasp of one of those billows, even a strong man must have been carried out of the narrow channel, and hurled against the towering sweep of rocks which lay beyond it.
"Oh Edwin, Edwin--dear Edwin--_do_ jump," cried Eric with pa.s.sionate excitement. "We will rush in for you."
Russell now seemed to have determined on running the risk; he stepped back, ran to the edge, missed his footing, and with a sharp cry of pain, fell heavily forward into the water. For an instant, Eric and Montagu stood breathless,--but the next instant, they saw Russell"s head emerge, and then another wave foaming madly by, made them run backwards for their lives, and hid him from their view. When it had pa.s.sed, they saw him clinging with both hands, in the desperate instinct of self-preservation, to a projecting bit of rock, by the aid of which he gradually drew himself out of the water, and grasping at crevices or bits of seaweed, slowly and painfully reached the ledge on which they had stood before they took the leap. He presented a pitiable spectacle; his face, pale as death, was dabbled with blood; his head drooped on his breast; his clothes were torn, and streamed with the salt water; his cap was gone, and the wet hair, which he seemed too exhausted to push aside, hung over his forehead and eyes. He was evidently dizzy, and in pain; and they noticed that he only seemed to use one foot.