“But we can’t get there. Nobody could go in a boat.”
“Perhaps not. We must climb down.”
Mike suppressed a shudder. “Can’t be done,” he said.
“How do we know till we’ve looked right down over the edge?”
“Must bring a rope, then?”
“Of course, and one hold it while the other creeps to the edge and looks over.”
Mike nodded, and they began to retrace their steps, talking thoughtfully as they went.
“Shall you say anything about our—accident?” asked Mike at last.
“No: only frighten my mother.”
“Nor yet about the Scraw, and what we’re going to try and do?”