"Oh, we got there by nine o'clock."
"And now it is about eleven," said Kramer, looking at the sun.
"Yes, sir," replied Joe, referring to his little silver watch; "it is five minutes past."
"If they went around the cliff just beyond the fishing-place, and didn't watch, the tide would soon cut them off."
Joe and Dave looked frightened.
"Where would they be now? can they get over the cliff?"
"Over the cliff? Not much, unless they can walk up a wall like a fly. It isn't less than forty feet high in any place right there, and part o' the way it's sixty and seventy, straight up and down. I'll go and look over."
He led the way to the brow of the cliff, about twenty yards off; and, lying down flat, looked over the edge.
The boys held their breath until he spoke.
"Yes; there are the young scamps!"