“No,” said Mike, “I’ll go with you; but one can’t help feeling a bit shrinky. I’m ready: come on.”
“Let’s seem as if we were not going, then,” said Vince.
“We shan’t see anybody if we go round by the Dolmen,” said Mike. “There isn’t a cottage after you pass the one on the Crusy common.”
“And nobody lives in that now.”
“Why?” said Mike quickly. “Think they saw anything? It’s nearest to the Scraw Cliff.”
“See anything? No. But they used to feel—the wind. Why, it’s the highest part of Crag Island! Come along.”
“One minute,” said Mike. “You said you thought old Joe didn’t want us to go there.”
“Yes,” said Vince.
“Well, wasn’t it because in his rough, surly way he likes us, and didn’t want us to get hurt?”
“Perhaps!” said Vince laconically.