He looked round for the threatening-looking black rocks which had seemed so weird and strange the night before, and his eyes sought the uncouth monsters with the tangled hair which seemed to rise out of the foaming waters. But, in place of these, there was the glorious sunshine, brightening the grey granite, and making the yellowish-brown seaweed shine like gold as it swayed here and there in the crystal-pure water.
"Why, you look ten pounds better than you did yesterday!" cried Kenneth; and then, raising his voice, "Scood, ho! Scood, hoy!" he shouted.
"Ahoy--ay!" came from somewhere below.
"It"s all right! He has gone down," cried Kenneth. "Come along."
"Where are you going?" said Max hesitatingly.
"Going? Down to our bathing-place; and, look here, as you are not used to it, don"t try to go out, for the tide runs pretty strong along here.
Scood and I can manage, because we know the bearings, and where the eddies are, so as to get back. Here we are."
He had led his companion to the very edge of the rock, where it descended perpendicularly to the sea, and apparently there was no farther progress to be made in that direction. In fact, so dangerous did it seem, that, as Kenneth quickly lowered himself over the precipice, Max, by an involuntary movement, started forward and made a clutch at his arm.
"Here! what are you doing?" cried Kenneth. "It"s all right. Now then, I"m here. Lower yourself over. Lay hold of that bit of stone. I"ll guide your feet. There"s plenty of room here."
Max drew a long, catching breath, and his first thought was to run back to the house.
"Make haste!" cried Kenneth from somewhere below; and Max went down on his hands and knees to creep to the edge and look over, and see that the rock projected over a broad shelf, upon which the young Scot was standing looking up.
"Oh, I say, you are a rum chap!" cried Kenneth, laughing. "Legs first, same as I did; not your head."
"But is it safe--for me?"
"Safe? Why, of course, unless you can pull the rock down on top of you.
Come along."
"I will do it! I will do it!" muttered Max through his set teeth, as he drew back, ghastly pale, and with a wild look in his eyes. Then, turning, and lowering his legs over the edge, he clung spasmodically to a projection which offered its help.
"That"s the way. I"ve got you. Let go."
For a few moments Max dared not let go. He felt that if he did he should fall headlong seventy or eighty feet into the rock-strewn sea; but, as he hesitated, Kenneth gave him a jerk, his hold gave way, and the next moment, in an agony of horror, he fell full twenty inches--on his feet, and found himself upon the broad shelf, with the crag projecting above his head and the glittering sea below.
"You"ll come down here like a gra.s.shopper next time," cried Kenneth.
"Now then, after me. There"s nothing to mind so long as you don"t slip.
I"ll show you."
He began to descend from shelf to shelf, where the rock had been blasted away so as to form a flight of the roughest of rough steps of monstrous size, while, trembling in every limb, Max followed.
"My grandfather had this done so that he could reach the cavern. Before that it was all like a wall here, and n.o.body could get up and down.
Why, you can climb as well as I can, only you pretend that you can"t."
Max said nothing, but kept on cautiously descending till he stood upon a broad patch of barnacle-crusted rock, beside what looked like a great rough Gothic archway, forming the entrance to a cave whose floor was the sea, but alongside which there was a rugged continuation of the great stone upon which the lads stood.
"There, isn"t this something like a bath?" cried Kenneth. "It"s splendid, only you can"t bathe when there"s any sea."
"Why?" asked Max, so as to gain time.
"Why? Because every wave that comes in swells over where we"re standing, and rushes right into the cave. You wait and you"ll hear it boom like thunder."
_Plosh_!
"What"s that?" cried Max, catching at his companion"s arm.
"My seal! You watch and you"ll see him come out."
"Yes, I can see him," cried Max, "swimming under water. A white one-- and--and--Why, it"s that boy!"
"Ahoy!" cried a voice, as Scoodrach, who had undressed and dived in off the shelf to swim out with a receding wave, rose to the surface and shook the water from his curly red hair.
"Well, he can swim like a seal," cried Kenneth, running along the rough shelf. "Come along."
Max followed him cautiously, and with an uneasy sense of insecurity, while by the time he was at the end his guide was undressed, with his clothes lying in a heap just beyond the wash of the falling tide.
"Look sharp! jump in!" cried Kenneth. "Keep inside here till you can swim better."
As the words left his lips, he plunged into the crystal water, and Max could follow his course as he swam beneath the surface, his white body showing plainly against the dark rock, till he rose splashing and swam out as if going right away.
But he altered his mind directly, and swam back toward the mouth of the cave.
"Why, you haven"t begun yet," he cried. "Aren"t you coming in?"
"Ye-es, directly," replied Max, but without making an effort to remove a garment, till he caught sight of a derisive look upon Kenneth"s face--a look which made the hot blood flush up to his cheeks, and acted as such a spur to his lagging energies, that in a very few minutes he was ready, and, after satisfying himself that the water was not too deep, he lowered himself slowly down, gasping as the cold, bracing wave reached his chest, and as it were electrified him.
"You shouldn"t get in like that," cried Kenneth, roaring with laughter.
"Head first and--"
Max did not hear the rest. In his inexperience he did not realise the facts that transparent water is often deeper than it looks, and that seaweed under water is more slippery than ice.
One moment he was listening to Kenneth"s mocking words; the next, his feet, which were resting upon a piece of rock below, had glided off in different directions, and he was beneath the surface, struggling wildly till he rose, and then only to descend again as if in search of the bottom of the great natural bath-house.
"Why, what a fellow you are!" was the next thing he heard, as Kenneth held him up. "There, you can touch bottom here. That"s right; stand up. Steady yourself by holding this bit of rock."
Half blind, choking with the harsh, strangling water which had gone where nature only intended the pa.s.sage of air, and with a hot, scalding sensation in his nostrils, and the feeling as of a crick at the back of his neck, Max clung tenaciously to the piece of rock, and stood with the water up to his chin, sputtering loudly, and ending with a tremendous sneeze.
"Bravo! that"s better," cried Kenneth. "No, no, don"t get out. You"ve got over the worst of it now. You ought to try and swim."
"No. I must get out now. Help me," panted Max. "Was I nearly drowned?"
"Hear that, Scood?" cried Kenneth. "He says, was he nearly drowned?"
"I--I"m not used to it," panted Max.
"Needn"t tell us that--need he, Scood? No, no, don"t get out."
"I--I must now. I"ve had enough of it."
"No, you haven"t," cried Kenneth, who was paddling near. "Hold on by the rock and kick out your legs. Try to swim."