“Oh, I say! where are your eyes? See that black split where the rock seems to go in?”
“Yes, I see that.”
“Well, down a little way to the left, there’s a— Oh, look at that!”
A great sharp-winged bird came over the cliff from landward, and was about to glide down to the shelf of rock, when, seeing the boat and its occupants, the bird uttered a piercing shriek, and swept away northward.
“That’s the cock,” cried Kenneth. “No mistake about the young ones, Scood. Now, then, how shall we get ’em?”
Scood was silent.
“Do you hear, stupid?”
“Ou ay, she can hear, Maister Ken.”
“Well, how are we to get them?”
“Aw’m thenking,” said Scood, as he stared up at the beetling crag, which was for the most part absolutely perpendicular.