"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."
"My goodness!" 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 mustn"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 two," 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 entire length of the gulf, by which he 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, after a complete ducking, 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.
"O 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 dragged 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 in heavy ma.s.ses over his forehead and eyes. He was evidently dizzy, and in pain; and they noticed that he only seemed to use one foot.
While he was regaining the ledge, neither of the boys spoke, lest their voices should startle him, and make him fall; but now they both cried out, "Are you hurt, Edwin?"
He did not answer, but supported his pale face on one hand, while he put the other to his head, from which the blood was flowing fast.
"O Edwin, for the love of G.o.d, try once more," said Montagu; "you will die if you spend the night on that rock."
They could not catch the reply, and called again. The wind and waves were both rising fast, and it was only by listening intently, that they caught the faint words, "I can"t, my leg is hurt." Besides, they both saw that a jump was no longer possible; the channel was more than double the width which it had been when Eric leaped, and from the rapid ascent of the rocks on both sides, it was now far out of depth.
"O G.o.d, what can we do?" said Montagu, bursting into tears. "We can never save him, and all but the very top of the Stack is covered at high tide."
Eric had not lost his presence of mind, "Cheer up, Edwin," he shouted, "I _will_ get back to you somehow. If I fail, crawl up to the top again."
Again the wind carried away the reply, and Russell had sunk back on the rock.
"Monty," said Eric, "just watch for a minute or two. When I have got across, run to Ellan as hard as you can tear, and tell them that we are cut off by the tide on the Stack. They"ll bring round the lifeboat.
It"s our only chance."
"What are you going to do?" asked Montagu, terrified. "Why, Eric, it"s death to attempt swimming that. Good heavens!" And he drew Eric back hastily, as another vast swell of water came rolling along, shaking its white curled mane, like a sea-monster bent on destruction.
"Monty, it"s no use," said Eric, hastily tearing off his jacket and waistcoat; "I"m not going to let Russell die on that ledge of rock. I shall try to reach him, whatever happens to me. Here; I want to keep these things dry. Be on the look-out; if I get across, fling them over to me if you can, and then do as I told you."
He turned round; the wave had just spent its fury, and knowing that his only chance was to swim over before another came, he plunged in, and struck out like a man. He was a strong and expert swimmer, and as yet the channel was not more than a dozen yards across. He dashed over with the speed and strength of despair, and had just time to clutch the rocks on the other side before the next mighty swirl of the tide swept up in its white and tormented course. In another minute he was on the ledge by Russell"s side.
He lifted him tenderly, and called to Montagu for the dry clothes.
Montagu tied them skilfully with his neck-handkerchief round a fragment of rock, adding his own wet jacket to the bundle, and then flung it over. Eric wrapped up his friend in the clothes, and once more shouted to Montagu to go on his errand. For a short time the boy lingered, reluctant to leave them. Then he started off at a run. Looking back after a few minutes, he caught, through the gathering dusk, his last glimpse of the friends in their perilous situation. Eric was seated supporting Russell across his knees. When he saw Montagu turn, he waved his cap over his head as a signal of encouragement, and then began to carry Edwin higher up the rock for safety. It soon grew too dark to distinguish them, and Montagu at full speed flew to Ellan, which was a mile off. When he got to the harbour he told some sailors of the danger, in which his friends were, and then ran on to the school. It was now eight o"clock, and quite dark. Tea was over, and lock-up time long past, when he stood wet through, excited, breathless, and without cap or jacket, at Dr Rowlands"s door.
"Good gracious! Master Montagu," said the servant; "what"s the matter; have you been robbed?"
He pushed the girl aside, and ran straight to Dr Rowlands"s study.
"Oh, sir!" he exclaimed, bursting in, "Eric and Russell are on the Stack, cut off by the tide."
Dr Rowlands started up hastily. "What! on this stormy night? Have you raised the alarm?"
"I told the lifeboat people, sir, and then ran on."
"I will set off myself at once," said the Doctor, seizing his hat.
"But, my poor boy, how pale and ill you look, and you are wet through too. You had better change your clothes at once, or go to bed."
"Oh no, sir," said Montagu pleadingly; "do take me with you."
"Very well; but you must change first, or you may suffer in consequence.
Make all haste, and directly you are dressed, a cup of tea shall be ready for you down here, and we will start."
Montagu was off in an instant, and only stopped on his way to tell Duncan and the others of the danger which threatened their companions.
The absence of the three boys from tea and lock-up had already excited general surmise, and Montagu"s appearance, jacketless and wet, at the door of the boarders" room, at once attracted a group round him. He rapidly told them how things stood, and, hastening off, left them nearly as much agitated as himself. In a very short time he presented himself again before Dr Rowlands, and when he had with difficulty swallowed the cup of tea, they sallied out.
It was pitch dark, and only one or two stars were seen at intervals struggling through the ragged ma.s.ses of cloud. The wind howled in fitful gusts, and as their road led by the sea-side, Montagu shuddered to hear how rough and turbulent the sea was, even on the sands. He stumbled once or twice, and then the Doctor kindly drew his trembling arm through his own, and made him describe the whole occurrence, while the servant went on in front with the lantern. When Montagu told how Eric had braved the danger of reaching his friend at the risk of his life, Dr Rowlands"s admiration was unbounded. "Fine lad!" he exclaimed, with enthusiasm; "I shall find it hard to believe any evil of him after this."
They reached Ellan, and went to the boathouse.
"Have you put out the lifeboat?" said Dr Rowlands anxiously.
"Ill luck, sir," said one of the sailors, touching his cap; "the lifeboat went to a wreck at Port Vash two days ago, and she hasn"t been brought round again yet."
"Indeed! but I do trust you have sent out another boat to try and save those poor boys."
"We"ve been trying, sir, and a boat has just managed to start; but in a sea like that it"s very dangerous, and it"s so dark and gusty that I doubt it"s no use, so I expect they"ll put back."