Mike dropped down on the cliff turf beside his companion and stared at him. “He never did go!”
“Yes, he did, for I was up on the Gull Cliff one day watching the birds, and I saw Joe go creeping round underneath in the boat, and sail across the bay, and then about the great point right in towards the Scraw.”
“You mean it, Cinder?”
“Yes.”
“It wasn’t fancy?”
“No; I’m sure.”
“Then there is some reason why he doesn’t want us there. I say!”
“Well?”
“Let’s go and see.”
“You’d be afraid.”