"There does be cobblers, anyways," put in Phil, "an' I seen a lobsther out of that hole onst."
"I say I call it my diving-bell," Gheena laughed. "I can get out to the Basin now, Darby. That took me ages. I used to go half way and get frightened. And I'm waiting to find a way into the pool of Cons Cave; there must be a passage, and it's close to this."
"You go out to the Basin!" Darby stood on the rocks, his face white and drawn. He could hobble, he could ride, but if Gheena choked down there he could not dive in to help her. He was twisted, crippled, useless. She would drown before his eyes.
"I wish you wouldn't, Gheena. If you got cramp out here, if you hit the rocks..."
"It was girls at the Coliseum," said Gheena absently "they did things under water and I had to learn."
"There is Mister Stafford now," said Phil.
Stafford's face appeared above a ledge of rock; he clambered over and came towards the pool.
"You'll get to know these rocks," said Darby thoughtfully.
"All systems of drainage, even that of the tide, being interesting to me," Stafford laughed. "And, Miss Freyne, bathing in October!"
Gheena merely replying it was better than in November, climbed out and dived skilfully; she came up to take a big breath, disappearing again.