Part 8 (1/2)
”I don't believe any one's had the pluck to try,” said Mike stoutly
”Ah! you're a unbelievin' young rip,” growled Daygo fiercely ”But lookye here: you don't want to upset my lady your o, if you call ain I'll kick you!” cried Mike hotly
”Nay, don't, lad--not yet, till you've practysed a bit on the rocks, 'cause youPhysic: you don't want to go and break your poor mother's heart, do you?”
”Of course not,” said Vince
”Then don't you go, o There--better be off, both on you Weather's hot, and fish won't keep Tell 'em to put some salt in the pot with that lobster, Ladle; and you'd better have your fish cooked to-night, Doctor”
Vince turned round and nodded; but the ladle was sticking in Mike's throat, and he stalked on withouttill the lads had cliht, and then he went and sat down on a block of granite, and began to rasp his nose on both sides with his rough, fishy finger, as if engaged in sharpening the edge of a feature which was sharp enough as it was; and as he rasped, he looked straight before hi of it in the least; his thoughts were half a mile away, at the most precipitous part of the coast--a spot avoided by shore-goer and seaers said to attend those who ventured to go near, either cli or in a boat
”Nay,” he said at last; ”they won't go now”
CHAPTER FOUR
CINDER HAS DISCOVERY ON THE BRAIN
”What are you thinking about, Cinder?” said Mike one day, when they were out together, after a long, hard ebra and Latin, with the tutor as resident at the Mount, the Doctor sharing, however, in the cost ”You seem to have been so
”Yes, always going into brown studies I know: you can't recollect that problem in Euclid”
”What, the forty-seventh? Why, that's the one I recollect best
Guess!”
”What you were thinking about?”
Vince nodded
”Give it up,” said Mike
”The Scraw”
”What about it? That it's guarded by water goblins and sea serpents and things, as old Joe calls the about it ever since ere out with him that day in the boat”
”Well, and what do you think?” said Mike, hile he talked was trying how far he could jerk the flat pieces of oyster-shell, of which there were plenty near, off the cliff; but with all his skill--and he could throw far--they seemed, in the immensity around, as if they dropped close to the cliff foot
”I think, as I thought that day, that old Joe doesn't want us to go there”
Mike was about to throw another shell, but he faced round at this with his curiosity roused
”Why?”