"Not often; though sometimes the lighthouse men bring us a few. Are you collecting eggs?"
"Rather! I"ve got nearly five hundred. I could do with a razor-bill"s or a puffin"s."
"You"ll have to wait till next summer. June and July are the best months. I can show you where the birds sit, though. They haven"t proper nests, they just squat on the rocks, packed as close together as sardines. It"s wonderful to see them. And the noise they make! No, it isn"t here, it"s over by the chasms; we shall get there soon."
Half an hour"s brisk walking brought them to what must have seemed to the ancient inhabitants of these islands the end of the world. The headland descended in a sheer precipice into the water, while wicked-looking rocks showed a black point here and there among the surf as a warning to any vessel to give them a wide berth. The cliff was hardly less dangerous than the rocks below, for its surface was torn into great rugged chasms, each as deep as the sea level, though often only a few feet in breadth. These curious natural rents wound in tortuous course to the edge of the precipice, sometimes crossing one another, and thus leaving islands stranded between, or long promontories, from the ends of which there would be no escape except by a jump. Gwen and d.i.c.k picked their way carefully along. There was scarcely need for Mr. Gascoyne"s warning; each felt the entire necessity for extreme caution. Peeping over the edges of the chasms they could see green ferns growing in splendid clumps in clefts of the rock, and farther down darkness or a glint of water.
"Ugh! It would be horrible to tumble there!" declared Gwen, shivering as she gazed into the dim depths. "You don"t feel as if you"d ever come up again, do you? Why, what"s that? Did you hear?"
"Nothing but the gulls."
"It"s like someone shouting. There it is again--behind us."
"By Jove! it is someone calling. Has anybody slipped down one of these holes? We"d best go and see, but do be careful. h.e.l.lo, there! We"re coming!"
Walking, as Gwen had said, like cautious cats, they threaded their way along the narrow strips of land till they reached the particular chasm whence the shouts issued. Looking over, they could see on a ledge about six feet down a little corduroyed, blue-jerseyed figure, and a frightened, freckled face that peered upwards. Gwen recognized the urchin in a moment: it was Johnnie Ca.s.s, the scapegrace of a family of fisher folk who lived in the village, and the naughtiest boy in Winnie"s Sunday School cla.s.s. He was in no immediate danger, for the ledge was wide, but the wall of rock above him was too steep to admit of his climbing up.
"Johnnie, what are you doing down there?" she called.
"Oh! boo-hoo-hoo!" wailed the scared voice from below. "I were reachin" after a sea-gurt with a broke wing and down I cooms!"
"Serve you right, too! How do you intend getting back?"
"I don"t know--I wish my mother was "ere!" and again he broke into a howl of woe.
"I"m glad she"s not--she"d make a worse noise than you, from my experience of her," murmured Gwen. "Look here!" she continued, turning to d.i.c.k, "I suppose we"ve got to fish this little wretch up somehow."
"If I reach down can you catch hold of my hand and let me pull you?"
shouted d.i.c.k to the snivelling Johnnie.
"Nay! I durstn"t stir an inch--oh! where"s my mother?"
"He"s lost his nerve--that"s what"s the damage. If I go down for him could you give me a haul back?"
Gwen shook her head.
"You"re too heavy. Better do it the other way. I"ll go down, hand up the kid, and then you shall pull me back. Nonsense! I"m not bothered with nerves. Shan"t mind in the least!"
It seemed the more feasible plan, for the six feet of rock that sheered down to the ledge was so steep and smooth of surface as to render it impossible for anyone to climb it without a.s.sistance; and it would be comparatively easy for d.i.c.k to drag Gwen"s lighter weight to the top, though a difficult matter for her to pull him. If her heart went into her mouth as she let herself over the edge, Gwen did not show it. She was not given to exhibiting the white feather, and both at school and at home kept up a well-deserved reputation for pluck.
Five seconds landed her by Johnnie"s side, and once there she tried not to look into the gulf below. After some amount of cajoling, she persuaded the young rascal to take his dirty little fists out of his eyes, and allow himself to be hoisted up within reach of d.i.c.k"s firm grip; then a successful heave did the rest. Johnnie was soon in safety, but it was much harder work for Gwen to follow; there was n.o.body to boost her, and not an inch of ledge on the rock to make a foothold.
"It"s good practice for Alpine climbing!" she gasped, as with dishevelled hair and grazed face she at last scrambled back. "I thought my arms were being dislocated."
d.i.c.k was rubbing his own arms ruefully, but he did not complain. He had turned very white. Perhaps the effort of pulling up two people had been rather too much for him. Gwen suddenly remembered with compunction that he was ill, and not even allowed the exertion of golf, much less "footer". She wished she had thought of it before and gone to the lighthouse for help.
"I"m an idiot," she told herself. "It was I who suggested he should do the hauling part. I hope he hasn"t done himself any harm."
Meantime Johnnie Ca.s.s stood surveying Gwen with the grin of Puck.
"Yer face is bleedin", and yer hair"s all over yer eyes. Aye, yer do look a sight!" he volunteered.
Gwen shook him! She really couldn"t help it; it relieved her feelings so very much. After all, it is rather nervy work to go down a chasm; and though she wouldn"t own that she had minded in the least, her legs seemed weak and queer, and her hands were hot and trembling, and there was a funny buzzing sound in her head. She was rather ashamed of herself for losing her temper, however, and tried suddenly to be dignified.
"Johnnie Ca.s.s," she protested solemnly, "you ought to be grateful to me for saving your life instead of making impertinent remarks!"
d.i.c.k burst out laughing.
"Bravo!" he said. "Look here, you kid, if you don"t want your head punched as well you"d best obliterate yourself."
Johnnie took the hint and fled away over the moor, bolting for home with all possible speed and lifting up his voice as he went in a melancholy howl. d.i.c.k and Gwen sat down on a rock to recover themselves.
"You"ve got some pluck--for a girl," said d.i.c.k, throwing a pebble into the chasm. "I didn"t expect you"d really go down there and fetch him.
Girls generally stand by and shriek."
"Not modern girls," affirmed Gwen. "They used to do the shrieking business in oldfashioned novels. It"s gone out of fashion since hockey came in."
"I thought ladies were supposed to scream and wring their slim, fair hands!"
"Shows you haven"t got any sisters! Do my hands look slim and fair?"
"Well, no, they"re a good deal more like a boy"s," admitted d.i.c.k.
"I often wish I were a boy," sighed Gwen regretfully.
"Don"t! You"re a jolly sight nicer as you are," returned d.i.c.k, getting up to go.
The pair did not reach the Parsonage until after one o"clock, and Beatrice and Mr. Gascoyne were beginning to wonder what had become of them.
"I hope d.i.c.k"s none the worse," said Father rather anxiously when Gwen poured out the tale of their adventure. "I"m afraid it"s been a tiring morning for him. He had better stop to lunch and have a good rest afterwards before he attempts to walk home. I"ll go and telephone to his father from the post office and say we"re keeping him. Perhaps Dr.
Chambers will say he mustn"t come here again if we let him do rash things!"
The family laughed at the humorous account of the rescue of Johnnie Ca.s.s which d.i.c.k and Gwen gave at the dinner table.
"You needn"t have expected grat.i.tude from that imp!" said Winnie, who had suffered many hard experiences in Sunday School. "Possibly his mother may thank you, but I doubt even that."
"All the same Gwen did her best, and that"s a satisfaction," said Father. "Johnnie"s a clever little lad in spite of his naughtiness, and may turn out better than we expect Some day he may even thank you for having saved his life. Gwen must keep her eye on him. He owes her so much it ought to make a bond between them."
"Well, I wish her joy of her protege," said Winnie, with a dubious shake of her head.
After that d.i.c.k spent many Sat.u.r.day mornings at the Parsonage. His father would not allow him to invite his own friends as they always proved rather too much for him, but the boy was lonely, and found the Gascoynes pleasant companions. Gwen especially, who was nearest his own age, became his particular chum, and the two carried out many experiments together in the way of photography, amateur bookbinding, and one or two other hobbies in which they were mutually interested.
d.i.c.k"s lessons with Mr. Gascoyne were over by ten o"clock, and he generally stayed an hour or two longer, adapting himself so well to the household that he soon seemed to be almost one of the family.
Giles and Basil adored him, and haunted his footsteps as much as they were allowed, but their mischievous young fingers generally worked such havoc among slides and specimens that Gwen was often forced to turn them out and lock the door upon them.
"Monkeys from the zoo are tame and well-behaved compared with Stumps and Bazzie," she declared. "If one wants one"s things ruined commend me to two small brothers!"
Gwen was delighted to have found so congenial a friend. Beatrice and Winnie, being both older, were naturally companions for one another and were inclined to treat her entirely as one of the younger ones, forgetting how fast she was growing up, and it was difficult to make childish little Lesbia interested in anything. Here at last was somebody who appreciated birds" eggs, and b.u.t.terflies, and collections of sh.e.l.ls, and pressed flowers; someone who did pen-and-ink drawings a great deal better than herself, and who knew exactly how to make lantern slides, and could even manage to mend the toy printing press that Giles had broken.
d.i.c.k was clever with his fingers, and as he was not allowed to read very much he spent long hours at home constructing wonderful boxes for birds" eggs, or stretchers for b.u.t.terflies and moths, or preparing slides for the microscope.