“Hit him on the head with that oar, Max, and make him think more quickly.”
“She couldna get up anywhere there,” said Scood slowly, as he scanned every cranny of the cliff face.
“Oh yes, we could, Scood.”
“Nay, Maister Ken, an’ ye see, if we was to tummle, it wouldn’t be into the watter, but on to the rocks.”
“Oh, we shouldn’t tumble. You could climb that, couldn’t you, Max?”
“No, not without a ladder,” replied Max thoughtfully; “and I never saw one long enough to reach up there.”
“No, I should think not. Look here, Scoody, one of us has got to climb up and take those young ones.”
“She couldna do it.”
“You’re afraid, Scoody.”
“Na, she isna feared, but she couldna do it.”