Part 30 (1/2)
”The slers on the Crag”
”Well, those oods, anyhow,” said Mike
”Can't be”
”What are they, then? I'll be bound to say that those little kegs have all got 'Hollands' or French spirits in thees are silk and velvet, and the other parcels laces and things--perhaps tobacco”
”But we never heard of s here Who can it be?”
”Well, that's what they are, for certain,” said Mike ”It's just like what one's read about They must be ever so old--a hundred years, perhaps--and been put here and forgotten”
”Perhaps so,” said Vince
”Then we'll clai to anybody else now nobody can be alive who brought theo”
”No,” said Vince; ”but I don't see hoe can claiet into the cove”
”Or could at one time”
”Place wouldn't alter ht the rope Perhaps as soon as we touch those bales they'll all tuone dry,” said Mike
”And all we can see before us only so much dust and touchwood I say, Mike, we shan't be very rich froo back and get it”
”Let's go back soon,” replied Mike; ”but I don't think we'll coain to-day My head feels all of a whizz”
”Yes, it is exciting,” said Vince thoughtfully ”Perhaps you're right: on't co, searching inspection from the -like place they occupied, they soon after returned, and, after placing the grapnel so that it could be jerked out, went down the rope, got the iron hooks loose, and seated theot horeat discovery that, when they went to bed, it was long before they slept, and then their brains were busy with strange dreaainst a host of well-ar a vessel with the treasure of valuable silks and spices, andhis parents rich people to the last
But an idea was dominant with both when they woke, soon after sunrise
They o back to the cavern soon, and probe the mystery to the very end
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
DAYGO DESCRIBES HORRORS
”Er-her! Going to school! Yer!”
Vince, who had so in the nerves, as he turned sharply upon the heavy-looking lad who had spoken the above words, with the prologue and epilogue for like the combinations placed there to represent them
The speaker was the son of the Jeestion--a refined way of expressing his intense devotion to lobsters, the red armour of which molluscs could be seen scattered in every direction about his cottage door, and at the foot of the cliff beyond