"Take her up to our house, and send for Bella to put her in bed. She"s nigh done for. And now, my la.s.ses, give us that dry rope; this one"s over stiff."
He struck off again, and was not long in getting to the stone; but it was difficult work to climb up, for the wind was fairly whistling by this time, and the waves had got a heavy impetus. Ellington was blue with cold, and chattering at the teeth. He had cramped his fingers in a hole bored by the common mollusc, which honeycombs the rocks, and as he crouched he looked not particularly n.o.ble.
"Now, my man, there isn"t much time, or else this would be a fine place for us to have a talk. I"ve saved your la.s.s for you, and I wish you had done the same to mine for me. Now, come on; and mind, if you struggle, I"ll fell you like a stirk."
Once more the women ran to the high end of the beach, and then Ellington was handed to them, limp and sick with sea water.
This was how Mr. Casely revenged himself.