"That stone was never dislodged either by goats or by accident," said Hislop; "there is not a vestige of clay upon the fragments—besides, all the face of the cliff is smooth and solid rock!"
"And it is the only place we did not overhaul yesterday, master Hislop," said Tom Lambourne.
"Then there must be the thief of our biscuits—of our goats——"
"Of our stun'sail boom and my old guernsey. Let us have all hands turned up for a hunt again," exclaimed Tom.
I now mentioned what I had seen.
"A man!—do you think it was a man's head?"
"I cannot be certain, Hislop," said I; "it seemed a face of some kind, and a very hairy one too."
"It might be an old pumpkin," suggested Tom, in his matter-of-fact way.
"Or a goat—at all events, it could not have been a baboon?" said I.
"No, no; there is no such animal hereabout, master Rodney," replied Tom.