The Heiress of Wyvern Court Part 14

"Oscar, you haven't told uncle--you ought, you know."

So Oscar, in the spirit of obedience for once, followed him.

"Uncle, may I and Inna go with d.i.c.k Gregory and his sister to Swallow's Cliff to-day?" he asked.

"Swallow's Cliff--that's rather a long walk for a young lady."

"Only three miles, sir, as the crow flies," put in d.i.c.k, appearing from somewhere.

"Yes; but as you're not crows, and can't fly, into the bargain, 'twould mean more than that to you--or rather, 'tis Inna I'm thinking of," still objected the doctor.

"You forget the donkey-cart, Dr. Willett; the young ladies will ride--all of them," observed d.i.c.k.

"All?" the doctor stood ready to start.

"Yes, sir; there are four of them: the mid----, Madame Giche's nieces, Miss Inna, and my sister Jenny."

"Well, I suppose I mustn't be a bear, and say no." Dr. Willett wheeled round upon Oscar. "Yes, I've no objection; only take good care of the little girls. A pleasant day to you." The busy physician was gone.

Now a tempest of preparation swept through the house for a few minutes; then Mrs. Grant stood on the steps at the front door to watch them off.

d.i.c.k touched up old Rameses, and drove along the lane with a flourish.

Picking up the midges at the Owl's Nest gates, with many injunctions from Rance to take good care of her charges, they made the best of their way onward, not exactly as the crow flies, but taking all the short cuts adventurous wheels could roll over: the more jolts and b.u.mps the more the merriment; Jenny driving, the boys on foot. So, without hitch or hindrance, the sea was reached.

A glorious sight it was: not smooth, calm, and still, but with a beautiful ripple breaking over it, with glad little waves running here and there--just the mood to please the children. They all kept to the boundary-line of sh.o.r.e; there was to be no boating, no bathing: the boys had bound themselves by promise to Mrs. Grant that there were to be no seaside pranks or dangerous doings.

"No; no one shall come to a watery grave or an untimely end, if I can help it--I promise that:" these were d.i.c.k's last words to the housekeeper, giving Rameses the touch which set him off with a bolt. So now he bade the little girls to pick up sh.e.l.ls, look out for mermaids, and disport themselves in harmless lady-like fashion, while he and Oscar went here and there, scaled heights, and took a glance seaward from the height of the Swallow's Cliff.

"But first we'll consult the luncheon hamper," suggested he: which they did; and a very neat spread it was which the girls laid out for them on the unfrequented beach. This over, with a lifting of the hat, and "Good-bye for the present," from d.i.c.k, and "Mind, Inna, the midges don't get into mischief," from Oscar, the two went straying away; and the girls, having cleared away luncheon, began to enjoy themselves. Such pretty sh.e.l.ls they picked, such beautiful sprays of seaweed, and, oh, how the waves curled and ran races together! Once and again they saw a distant ship sail past, and Inna thought of the happy days when her father and mother would come sailing home in a ship like that. Then they all ran races and sat in the sun, while Jenny sang one of d.i.c.k's songs, with the refrain--

"Three cheers for the briny-ho!"

and Inna sang one of Mrs. Grant's, with this chorus--

"Ho-ho! for the fisherman's child to-night, Ho-ho! for the fisherman's wife; Ho-ho! for the fisherman's bark to-night, Ho-ho! for the fisherman's life."

By-and-by the boys came back to consult the hamper again--nothing like the sea to make people hungry, and nothing like the sea to steal away the time. So down they sat to the delights of pork-pie, sandwiches, tarts, and the like; and, at last, all had vanished, save a little lemonade, reserved for fear they should be thirsty at starting. As for Rameses, he munched his hay and drank his one jar of water, poured into a bucket which d.i.c.k had hung on under the cart.

"The old chap won't be able to drink of the briny," he had said in the morning, drawing attention to his forethought for the animal's comfort.

"Now, just a whisk round, and we shall have to be moving homeward," said d.i.c.k, consulting his watch as they sat together. "I promised Madame Giche not to be after sunset, and we're keeping company hours with a vengeance with our late dinner. Why, 'tis between six and seven o'clock!"

"There'll be a moon," remarked Oscar.

"Yes; but that's not a sun," returned d.i.c.k, with a laugh. Then they all laughed--they were so happy, so light-hearted and gay.

"Now, you girls, make the most of the next half-hour or so, and then 'twill be, 'Britons, strike home!'"

So d.i.c.k admonished them; and then he and Oscar went strolling away for their last bout, as they called it.

Who does not know how swiftly the last half-hour of a very enjoyable time whirls away? The four girls sat down in the glory of it all to sort their sh.e.l.ls, arrange their seaweed, and just rest and, as it were, digest the day's pleasure.

"And there has been no coming to grief, and no anything," remarked Sybil: a speech which doubtless would have shocked Madame Giche, had she heard it.

No, so they thought--still, they must have been blind not to see that foe of foes, which will not be repulsed nor stayed, stealing up and up, and hemming them in. They must have been blind, as d.i.c.k said, shouting out to them from above their heads.

What had happened? The tide--a high one to-night--had shut them in; the waters were already beat-beating against a jutting rock, which made a bend in the sh.o.r.e on their one side; on their other the sea lay a wide waste of water; there was no retreating or fleeing, for the tide had shut them in.

Up the rocks they must go, or----the boys held their breath at this point, talking together above, where the sunlight still glinted about them, though the grey evening shadows were upon the little band of terrified maidens, wringing their hands, pale-faced and with startled eyes, looking this way and that, and seeing no way of escape.

"Oh, d.i.c.k! what can we do? You surely know some way to get us away?"

cried Jenny.

But d.i.c.k shook his head.

"There is but one way: and that is, you must come up the rocks, and in pretty quick time too--see that!" A defiant wave broke not far from them, and dashed its spray over them. "As for old Rameses, he's safe round the corner, where you ought to be; but if we were to go down and try to wade in to you on his back, he'd never do it. He's game for anything a donkey can do, but not for that." So that forlorn hope had to be given up.

"They must come up here: that's their only chance," said Oscar.

"But how?" was d.i.c.k's answer.

"I must try to go down and fetch them up," was the other's reply, with paling cheeks but resolute eyes.

"Yes," said d.i.c.k, peering down; "and if we could land them on that ledge of rock down there, 'twould be something; the tide may not reach that--at least, not yet." There was a friendly ledge of rock, not so far above where the girls stood. "But why should you go down? Let me,"

volunteered ready d.i.c.k.

"No," objected Oscar; "let me go. I ought to be game for that." And he laughed.

"Well, yes, half sailor and all, you ought to know best." How lightly those boys could speak, though their hearts were throbbing quickly with the thought of what might happen. "If I had a rope, I'd let you down; then if you'd land them on the ledge, I'd run for help, for we should never tug them up here by ourselves."

"No," mused Oscar. "And there is a rope in the donkey-cart--a strongish one, I think."

Away went d.i.c.k as with winged feet, while the other stood crowned with red sunbeams, and viewed their position. Back came d.i.c.k.

"'Twould never bear my weight," observed Oscar, tossing off his jacket and tightening his belt for action.

"No, but it would steady you, if you'll scramble down; or let me go down, and you hold the rope--I'm your man for either."

"No, no, I must go down. See there, I can't resist that," whispered Oscar, pointing below. It was poor little Inna's pale pleading face upturned to him in silence.

The boys had been talking and doing; the rope was fast round Oscar's waist: a strong-looking rope, but weak, when one considered that it was in a sense to hold a life in its keeping.

"Oh, d.i.c.k!" cried Jenny from below, "the water is dashing up to our feet!"

Yes, the boys could see it was so--the twins were clinging together, and Inna stood with her arms thrown about them both.

"I'm coming!" cried Oscar rea.s.suringly, and stepped over.

"Steady, old man, and the thing is done," whispered d.i.c.k, gripping the rope with his strong young hands.