“I am afraid to say. He would throw me over. I found it out and showed it to Ju. I have never been down there since.”
“Captain Coppinger found you somewhere, and forbade your ever going to that place again?”
“Yes,” in a faltering voice.
“And threatened to fling you over the cliffs if you did!”
“Yes,” again timidly.
Oliver said quietly, “Now run home and leave me here.”
“I daren’t go by myself. I did not mean to come here.”
“Very well. No one has seen you. Let me see, this wall marks the spot. I will go back with you.”
Oliver was unusually silent as he walked to Polzeath with Jamie. He was unwilling further to press the boy. He would probably confuse him, by throwing him into a paroxysm of alarm. He had gained sufficient information for his purpose from the few words he let drop. “I have never been down there since,” Jamie had said. There was, then, something that Coppinger desired should not be generally known concealed between the point on the cliff where the “new-take” wall ended and the beach immediately beneath.
He took Jamie to his father, and got the old man to give him some setting up of birds to amuse and occupy him, and then returned to the cliff. It did not take him long to discover the entrance to the cave beneath, behind the curtain of slate reef, and as he penetrated this to the farthest point, he was placed in possession of one of the secrets of Coppinger and his band.