"Yes, next time. I"m--"
"If you don"t try I"ll duck you," cried Kenneth.
"No, no, pray don"t! I--"
"If you try to get out, I"ll pull you back by your legs. Here, Scood, come and help."
"Don"t, pray don"t touch me, and I"ll stay," pleaded Max.
"Pray don"t touch you!" cried Kenneth. "Here, Scood, he has come down here to learn to swim, and he"s holding on like a girl at a Rothesay bathing-machine. Let"s duck him."
Max uttered an imploring cry, but it was of no use. Kenneth swam up, and with a touch seemed to pluck him from his hold, and drew him out into the middle of the place, while directly after, Scood, who seemed more than ever like a seal, dived into the cave, and came up on Max"s other side.
"Join hands, Scood," cried Kenneth.
Scood pa.s.sed his hand under Max, and Kenneth caught it, clasping it beneath the struggling lad"s chest.
"Now then, let"s swim out with him."
"Ant let him swim back. She"ll soon learn," cried Scood.
"No, pray don"t! You"ll drown me!" gasped Max, as he clung excitedly to the hands beneath him; and then, to his horror, he felt himself borne right out of the cave, into the sunshine, the two lads bearing him up easily enough between them, till they were fully fifty yards away from the mouth.
Partly from dread, partly from a return of nerve, Max had, during the latter part of his novel ride through the bracing water, remained perfectly silent and quiescent, but the next words that were spoken sent a shock through him greater than the first chill of the water.
"Now then!" cried Scood. "Let go! She"ll get back all alone, and learn to swim."
"No, no, not this time," said Kenneth. "We"ll take him back now. He"ll soon learn, now he finds how easy it is. Turn round, Scood."
Scoodrach obeyed, and the swim was renewed, the two lads easily making their way back to the mouth of the cave, up which they had about twenty feet to go to reach the spot where the clothes were laid.
"Now," cried Kenneth, "you"ve got to learn to swim, so have your first try."
"No, no; not this morning."
"Yes. At once. Strike out, and try to get in."
"But I can"t. I shall sink."
"No, you shan"t; I won"t let you. Try."
There was no help for it. Max was compelled to try, for the support was suddenly withdrawn, and for the next few minutes the poor fellow was struggling and panting blindly, till he felt his hand seized, and that it was guided to the side, up which he was helped to scramble.
"There!" cried Kenneth. "There"s a big towel. Have a good rub, and you"ll be all in a glow."
Max took the towel involuntarily, and breathlessly tried to remove the great drops which clung to him, feeling, to his surprise, anything but cold, and, by the time he was half dressed, that it was not such a terrible ordeal he had pa.s.sed through after all.
"She"ll swim next time," said Scood, as he rubbed away at his fiery head.
"No, she won"t, Scoodie," said Kenneth mockingly; "but you soon will if you try."
"Do you think so?" asked Max, who began now to feel ashamed of his shrinking and nervousness.
"Of course I do. Why, you weren"t half so bad as some fellows are.
Remember Tom Macandrew, Scood?"
"Ou ay. She always felt as if she"d like to trown that boy."
"Look sharp!" cried Kenneth, nearly dressed. "Don"t be too particular.
You"ll soon get your hair dry."
"But it wants combing."
"Comb it when you get indoors. Come away. Let"s have a run now, and then there"ll be time to polish up before breakfast. You, Scood, we shall go fishing this morning, so be ready. Now then, Max,--I shall call you Max,--you don"t mind climbing up here again, do you?"
"Is there no other way?"
"Yes."
"Let"s go, then."
"There are two other ways," said Kenneth: "to jump in and swim round to the sands."
"Ah!"
"And for Scood and me to go up and fetch a rope and let it down. Then you"ll sit in a loop, and we shall haul you up, while you spin round like a roast fowl on a hook, and the bottle-jack up above going click."
"I think I can climb up," said Max, who was very sensitive to ridicule; and he climbed, but with all the time a creepy sensation attacking him-- a feeling of being sure to fall over the side and plunge headlong into the sea, while, at the last point, where the great stone projected a little over the climbers" heads, the sensation seemed to culminate.
But Max set his teeth in determination not to show his abject fear, and the next moment he was on the top, feeling as if he had gone through more perils during the past eight-and-forty hours than he had ever encountered in his life.
"Look out!" cried Kenneth suddenly.
"Why? What?"
"It"s only the dogs; and if Bruce leaps at you, he may knock you off the cliff."
Almost as he spoke, the great staghound made a dash at Max, who avoided the risk by leaping sideways, and getting as far as he could from the unprotected brink.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
SHON AND TAVISH.
The hearty breakfast of salmon steaks, freshly-caught herrings, oat-cakes, and coffee, sweetened by the seaside appet.i.te, seemed to place matters in a different light. The adventure in the cave that morning was rough, but Kenneth was merry and good-tempered, and ready to a.s.sure his new companion that it was for his good. Then, too, the bright sunshine, the glorious blue of the sea, and the invigorating nature of the air Max breathed, seemed to make everything look more cheerful.
Before they took their places at the table, the stony look of the Scotch butler was depressing; so was the curt, distant "Good morning, Mr Blande," of The Mackhai, who hardly spoke afterwards till toward the end of the meal, but read his newspaper and letters, leaving his son to carry on the conversation.