"Hah! Yes," said Will smiling. "You see now the danger. Many people say that fishermen are cowardly for not doing more, when the case is that they know the danger, and those who talk and write about it don't. It isn't everybody who has seen the sea-coast in a storm. Shall we go up?" "Yes," panted Dick; "it is too awful to stay here. If a wave were to curl round the corner we should be swept away." "Yes," said Will, "but the waves will not curl round the corner. They can't come here." He pointed to the rugged path, for it was hard work to speak and make each other hear; and Dick began nervously to climb back, looking down once or twice at the hungry waves, which seemed ready to leap up at him and tear him from the rocks. "I say," he cried, "I'm glad Taff isn't here." Will smiled, for he felt that Arthur would never have ventured down the cliff. "Now," said Dick, as they reached the shelf path once more, and he felt less nervous, "I want to go up right to the top of the cliff and feel the wind." "Feel the wind?" cried Will. "Yes; feel how strong it is. Which is the best way?" "I'll show you," said Will smiling; and leading the way he walked a little back towards the town and then turned into a rift similar to that by which they had descended to the shore. "This way," he shouted, for the wind caught them here with tremendous force, and great balls of foam were whirled up over the face of the cliff and then away on the wings of the wind inland. "What a difference!" cried Dick as soon as they had entered the rift: for there was a perfect lull here, and all seemed comparatively at peace. "Yes, it is sheltered here," replied Dick; "but wait a few minutes and you will feel the wind again." "Yes. I want to feel it just as it comes off the sea. I'm going to stand right at the edge. It won't blow me down, will it?" "No; not there," said Will smiling. "Here we are. Now come and try." As soon as they emerged from the shelter of the rift and stood upon the storm-swept cliff, Dick had to clap his hand to his head to keep on his hat, for the wind seized it and swept it to the extent of the lanyard by which it was fortunately held, and there it tugged and strained like a queerly-shaped kite. The wind now was terrific, coming in deafening gusts, and more than once making Dick stagger. In fact if he had set off to run inland it would have almost carried him off his legs. "Didn't--know--blow--so--hard," he panted, turning his back so that he could breathe more freely, when the wind immediately began to part the boy's hair behind in two or three different ways, but only to alter them directly as if not satisfied with the result. "Come along," shouted Will. "Let's get to the edge." Dick turned round, caught at Will's extended hand, and leaning forward, tramped with him step for step towards the edge of the cliff, which went sheer down a couple of hundred feet to the shore.