"No, never," was my reply, and I shuddered as I spoke.
"Well, then, be careful, Jasper Pennington."
Seizing the pick and crowbar, I crept along the rock until I had reached the extreme point.
I remembered the words written on the piece of paper: "Hell's Mouth, S. W." Yes, that was the gulf into which I had thrown the stick.
"Billy's Head N. W." I looked to the right of me and saw a rock shaped something like a man's head.
The night became lighter. The moon was rising higher and higher in the heavens and sailing in a cloudless sky.
I examined the Devil's Point carefully, but I could see no sign of place into which an iron box could be placed.
"Can 'ee find et?" I heard Eli say, in a low, rasping voice.
"No; there's nothing here. From here it is perpendicular to the sea, a dozen feet down."
Eli swore a terrible oath.