"But we"ve got no towels."
"Oh! chance the towels. We can run about till we"re dry." So they bathed, and then getting in the boat to row back again, they all agreed that it was the very jolliest day they"d ever had at Roslyn, and voted to renew the experiment before the holidays were over, and take Wright and Vernon with them in a larger boat.
It was afternoon--an afternoon still warm and beautiful--when they began to row home; so they took it quietly, and kept near the land for variety"s sake, laughing, joking, and talking as merrily as ever.
"I declare I think this is the prettiest, or anyhow the grandest bit of the whole coast," said Eric, as they neared a glen through whose narrow gorge a green and garrulous little river gambolled down with noisy turbulence into the sea. He might well admire that glen; its steep and rugged sides were veiled with lichens, moss, and wild-flowers, and the sea-birds found safe refuge in its lonely windings, which were coloured with topaz and emerald by the pencillings of nature and the rich stains of time.
"Yes," answered Montagu, "_I_ always stick up for Avon Glen as the finest scene we"ve got about here. But, I say, who"s that gesticulating on the rock there to the right of it? I verily believe it"s Wright, apostrophising the ocean for Vernon"s benefit. I only see one of them though."
"I bet you he"s spouting:--
"Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll Ten thousand fleets, etcetera."
said Graham, laughing.
"What do you say to putting in to sh.o.r.e there?" said Duncan. "It"s only two miles to Starhaven, and I daresay we could make shift to take them in for that distance. If Jim says anything we"ll chuck him overboard."
They rowed towards Avon Glen, and to their surprise Wright, who stood there alone (for with a pocket telescope they clearly made out that it _was_ Wright), still continued to wave his arms and beckon them in a manner which they at first thought ridiculous, but which soon made them feel rather uneasy.
Jim took an oar, and they soon got within two hundred yards of the beach. Wright had ceased to make signals, but appeared to be shouting to them, and pointing towards one corner of the glen; but though they caught the sound of his voice, they could not hear what he said.
"I wonder why Vernon isn"t with him," said Eric anxiously; "I hope--why, what _are_ you looking at, Charlie?"
"What"s that in the water there?" said Wildney, pointing in the direction to which Wright was also looking.
Montagu s.n.a.t.c.hed the telescope out of his hand and looked. "Good G.o.d!"
he exclaimed, turning pale; "what can be the matter?"
"Oh, _do_ let me look," said Eric.
"No! stop, stop, Eric; you"d better not, I think; pray don"t, it may be all a mistake. You"d better not--but it looked--nay, you really _mustn"t_, Eric," he said, and, as if accidentally, he let the telescope fall into the water, and they saw it sink down among the seaweeds at the bottom.
Eric looked at him reproachfully. "What"s the fun of that, Monty? you let it drop on purpose."
"Oh, never mind; I"ll get Wildney another. I really daren"t let you look, for fear you should _fancy_ the same as I did, for it must be fancy. Oh, _don"t_ let us put in there--at least not all of us."
What _was_ that thing in the water?
When Wright and Vernon left the others, they walked along the coast, following the direction of the boat, and agreed to amuse themselves in collecting eggs. They were very successful, and, to their great delight, managed to secure some rather rare specimens. When they had tired themselves with this pursuit, they lay on the summit of one of the cliffs which formed the sides of Avon Glen, and Wright, who was very fond of poetry, read Vernon a canto of _Marmion_ with great enthusiasm.
So they wiled away the morning, and when the canto was over, Vernon took a great stone and rolled it for amus.e.m.e.nt over the cliff"s edge. It thundered over the side, bounding down till it reached the strand, and a large black cormorant, startled by the reverberating echoes, rose up suddenly, and flapped its way with protruded neck to a rock on the farther side of the little bay.
"I bet you that animal"s got a nest somewhere near here," said Vernon eagerly. "Come, let"s have a look for it; a cormorant"s egg would be a jolly addition to our collection."
They got up, and looking down the face of the cliff saw, some eight feet below them, a projection half hidden by the branch of a tree, on which the scattered pieces of stick clearly showed the existence of a rude nest. They could not, however, see whether it contained eggs or no.
"I must bag that nest; it"s pretty sure to have eggs in it," said Vernon, "and I can get at it easy enough."
He immediately began to descend towards the place where the nest was built, but he found it harder than he expected.
"Hallo," he said, "this is a failure. I must climb up again to reconnoitre if there isn"t a better dodge for getting at it."
He reached the top, and, looking down, saw a plan of reaching the ledge which promised more hope of success.
"You"d better give it up, Verny," said Wright. "I"m sure it"s harder than we fancied. _I_ couldn"t manage it, I know."
"Oh no, Wright, never say die. Look; if I get down more toward the right the way"s plain enough, and I shall have reached the nest in no time."
Again he descended in a different direction, but again he failed. The nest could only be seen from the top, and he lost the proper route.
"You must keep more to the right."
"I know," answered Vernon; "but, bother take it, I can"t manage it, now I"m so far down. I must climb up _again_."
"_Do_ give it up, Verny, there"s a good fellow. You _can"t_ reach it, and really it"s dangerous."
"Oh no, not a bit of it. My head"s very steady and I feel as cool as possible. We mustn"t give up; I"ve only to get at the tree, and then I shall be able to reach the nest from it quite easily."
"Well, do take care, that"s a dear fellow."
"Never fear," said Vernon, who was already commencing his third attempt.
This time he got to the tree, and placed his foot on a part of the root, while with his hands he clung on to a clump of heather.
"Hurrah!" he cried, "it"s got two eggs in it, Wright," and he stretched downwards to take them. Just as he was doing so, he heard the root on which his foot rested give a great crack, and with a violent start he made a spring for one of the lower branches. The motion caused his whole weight to rest for an instant on his arms; unable to sustain the wrench, the heather gave way, and with a wild shriek he fell headlong down the surface of the cliff.
With a wild shriek!--but silence followed it.
"Vernon! Vernon!" shouted the terrified Wright, creeping close up to the edge of the precipice. "O Vernon! for Heaven"s sake, speak."
There was no answer, and leaning over, Wright saw the young boy outstretched on the stones three hundred feet below. For some minutes he was horror-struck beyond expression, and made wild attempts to descend the cliff and reach him. But he soon gave up the attempt in despair. There was a tradition in the school that the feat had once been accomplished by an adventurous and active boy, but Wright at any rate found it hopeless for himself. The only other way to reach the glen was by a circuitous route which led to the entrance of the narrow gorge, along the sides of which it was possible to make way with difficulty down the bank of the river to the place where it met the sea.
But this would have taken him an hour and a half, and was far from easy when the river was swollen with high tide. There was no house within moderate distance at which a.s.sistance could be procured, and Wright, in a tumult of conflicting emotions, determined to wait where he was, on the chance of seeing the boat as it returned from Saint Catharine"s Head. It was already three o"clock, and he knew that the boys could not now be longer than an hour at most; so with eager eyes he sat watching the headland, round which he knew they would first come in sight. He watched with wild eager eyes, absorbed in the one longing desire to catch sight of them; but the leaden-footed moments crawled on like hours, and he could not help shivering with agony and fear. At last he caught a glimpse of them, and springing up, began to shout at the top of his voice, and wave his handkerchief and his arms in the hope of attracting their attention. Little thought those blithe, merry-hearted boys, in the midst of the happy laughter which they sent ringing over the waters, little they thought how terrible a tragedy awaited them.
At last Wright saw that they had perceived him, and were putting inland, and now, in his fright, he hardly knew what to do; but feeling sure that they could not fail to see Vernon, he ran off as fast as he could to Starhaven, where he rapidly told the people at a farmhouse what had happened, and asked them to get a cart ready to convey the wounded boy to Roslyn School.
Meanwhile the tide rolled in calmly and quietly in the rosy evening, radiant with the diamond and gold of reflected sunlight and transparent wave. Gradually, gently it crept up to the place where Vernon lay; and the little ripples fell over him wonderingly, with the low murmur of their musical laughter, and blurred and dimmed the vivid splashes and crimson streaks upon the white stone, on which his head had fallen; and washed away some of the purple bells and green sprigs of heather round which his fingers were closed in the grasp of death, and played softly with his fair hair as it rose, and fell, and floated on their undulations like a leaf of golden-coloured weed, until they themselves were faintly discoloured by his blood. And then, tired with their new plaything, they pa.s.sed on, until the swelling of the water was just strong enough to move rudely the boy"s light weight, and in a few moments more would have tossed it up and down with every careless wave among the boulders of the glen. And then it was that Montagu"s horror-stricken gaze had identified the object at which they had been gazing. In strange foreboding silence they urged on the boat, while Eric at the prow seemed wild with the one intense impulse to verify his horrible suspicion. The suspicion grew and grew:--it _was_ a boy lying in the water;--it was Vernon;--he was motionless;--he must have fallen there from the cliff.
Eric could endure the suspense no longer. The instant that the boat grated on the shingle, he sprang into the water, and rushed to the spot where his brother"s body lay. With a burst of pa.s.sionate affection, he flung himself on his knees beside it, and took the cold hand in his own--the little rigid hand in which the green blades of gra.s.s, and fern, and heath, so tightly clutched, were unconscious of the tale they told.
"O Verny, Verny, darling Verny, speak to me!" he cried in anguish, as he tenderly lifted up the body, and marked how little blood had flowed.
But the child"s head fell back heavily, and his arms hung motionlessly beside him, and with a shriek, Eric suddenly caught the look of dead fixity in his blue open eyes.
The others had come up. "O G.o.d, save my brother, save him, save him from death," cried Eric. "I cannot live without him. O G.o.d! O G.o.d!
Look! look!" he continued, "he has fallen from the cliff with his head on this cursed stone," pointing to the block of quartz, still red with blood-stained hair; "but we must get a doctor. He is not dead! no, no, he _cannot_ be dead. Take him quickly, and let us row home. O G.o.d! why did I ever leave him?"
The boys drew round in a frightened circle, and lifted Vernon"s corpse into the boat; and then, while Eric still supported the body, and moaned, and called to him in anguish, and chafed his cold pale brow and white hands, and kept saying that he had fainted and was not dead, the others rowed home with all speed, while a feeling of terrified anxiety lay like frost upon their hearts.
They reached Starhaven, and lifted the lifeless boy into the cart, and heard from Wright how the accident had taken place. Few boys were about the playground, so they got unnoticed to Roslyn, and Dr Underhay, who had been summoned, was instantly in attendance. He looked at Vernon for a moment, and then shook his head in a way that could not be mistaken.