“I hope I shall,” said Mr Temple. “Now, then, where are you going to land next?”
“Will and me thought p’r’aps you’d like to see the white rock as he found one day?”
“White rock? what is it—quartz?” said Mr Temple.
“No, sir, I don’t think it is,” said Will; “it’s too soft for that.”
“You know what quartz is, then,” said Mr Temple quickly.
“Oh, yes, sir! all the mining lads down here know what that is. Pull steady, Josh. Somewhere about here, wasn’t it?”
“Nay, nay, my lad. I should have thought you’d knowed. Second cove beyond the seal-cave.”
“Seal-cave!” cried Dick. “Are we going by the seal-cave?”
“Yes,” said Will; “but the sea is too high to go in to-day. There’s the seal-cave,” he continued, pointing to a small hole into which the waves kept dashing and foaming out again. From where they were it did not seem to be above half a yard across, and not more above the sea to the jagged arch, while at times a wave raced in and it was out of sight—completely covered by the foaming water.
“I don’t think much of that,” said Arthur; “it looks more like a rough dog kennel.”