“Hi! you fellows,” said Power, shouting to the three in front. They were too far in advance to hear him, so he told Daubeny to sit down while he overtook them, and asked if any of them would prefer to turn back.
“Dubbs is too tired to go any farther,” he said, when he reached them, breathless with his run. “I don’t think he’s very well, and so I’ll just go back with him.”
“O, no; you really mustn’t, I will,” said each of the other three almost in a breath. Every one of the four was most anxious to get on, and reach the top of Appenfell, which was considered a very great feat among the boys even in summer, as the climb was dangerous and severe; and yet each generously wished to undergo the self-denial of turning back. As their wills were about equally strong, it would have ended in all of them accompanying Daubeny, had he not, when they reached him, positively refused to turn on such conditions, and suggested that they should decide it by drawing lots.
Power wrote the names on slips of paper, and Walter drew one at hazard. The lot fell on Henderson, so he at once took Daubeny’s arm, relieving his disappointment by turning round, shaking his fist at the top of Appenfell, and saying, “You be hanged! I wish you were rolled out quite flat and planted with potatoes!”
“There,” said Power laughing, “I should think that was about the grossest indignity the Genius of Appenfell ever had offered to him; so now you’ve had your revenge, take care of Dubbs. Good-bye.”
“How very kind it is of you to come with me, Flip,” said Daubeny; “I don’t think I could manage to get home without your help; but I’m quite vexed to drag you back. Good-bye, you fellows.”
Walter, Power, and Kenrick, found that to reach the cairn on the top of Appenfell taxed all their strength. The mountain seemed to heave before them a succession of huge shoulders, and each one that they surmounted showed them only fresh steeps to climb. At last, they reached the piled confusion of rocks, painted with every gorgeous and brilliant colour by emerald moss and golden lichen, which marked the approach to the summit; and Walter, who was a long way the first to get to the top, shouted to encourage the other two, and, after resting a few minutes, clambered down to assist their progress. Being accustomed to the hills, he was far less tired than they were, and could give them very efficient help.
At the top they rested for some time, eating their scanty lunch, chatting, and enjoying the matchless splendour of the prospect which stretched in a cloudless expanse before them on every side.
“Power,” said Walter, in a pause of their talk, “I’ve long been meaning to ask you a favour.”
“It’s granted, then,” said Power, “if you ask it, Walter.”