"Yes, I see them too! Let's run down.... We shall be nearer to them."
Before them was the extremity of the plateau, on which the rocks stood, on a promontory, a hundred and twenty feet high, which commanded the beach. Two very high granite needles formed as it were the pillars of an open door, through which they saw the blue expanse of the ocean.
"Look out! Down with you!" commanded Dorothy, dropping full length on the ground.
The others flattened themselves against the rocky walls.
A hundred and fifty yards in front of them, on the deck of a large motor fishing-boat, there was a group of five men; and among them a woman was gesticulating. On seeing Dorothy and her friends, one of the men turned sharply, brought his rifle to his shoulder, and fired. A splinter of granite flew from the wall near Errington.
"Halt there! Or I'll shoot again!" cried the man who had fired.
Dorothy checked her companions.
"What are you going to do? The cliff is perpendicular. You don't mean to jump into the empty air?"
"No, but we can get back to the road and go round," Dario proposed.
"I forbid you to stir. It would be madness."