The Adventures of Dick Trevanion: A Story of Eighteen Hundred and FourStrang, Herbert
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The Adventures of Dick Trevanion: A Story of Eighteen Hundred and Four
Strang, Herbert
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Juvenile fiction; Smugglers -- Juvenile fiction
Sam, waiting above, heard a whistle, curiously prolonged by its
reverberations from the walls. He threw down the hammer, and gave an
involuntary start when he heard it thud upon the bottom. The ladder
followed, and the unkindled torches; then, without lighting a candle for
his own hat, he stepped over the brink, muttering to himself:
"S’pose I fall! But I won’t. S’pose I do though. But Maister Dick
didn’t. S’pose _I_ do. Well, if ’tis to be, ’tis, so I med as well go
cheerful."
In reality he descended more quickly than Dick had done. They gathered
up their burdens, and made their way by the light of Dick’s candle along
the passage until they came to the ledge overlooking the cave.
Here they stopped and peered over. The tide was rather lower than they
had expected. Their eyes ranged the cave for a time without discovering
any sign of the seals. Then Dick lit a torch, and holding it over the
dark space beneath, he suddenly saw two orbs of light, like the eyes of
a monstrous cat, in a far corner to the right of him. Moving along the
ledge in that direction, he descried two seals, greyish in colour, and
much larger than he had supposed them to be, lying on a rock, with the
two young ones between them.
"We will only kill one, Sam," he whispered, "and I hope ’twill be the
father."
The seals were apparently fascinated by the glare of the torch, for they
made no movement, their eight eyes glowing like balls of fire. In order
to obtain more light upon his task, Dick kindled two more torches, and
stuck all three into crevices of rock in such a way that they
illuminated the whole corner of the cave where the seals lay. But now
the animals had caught sight of him, and as if instinctively realising
that the intruder was an enemy, they scrambled with clumsy movements off
the rocks into the water.
"They be goin’ out to sea, scrounch ’em!" whispered Sam, whose attitude
to all prospective victims was an indignant surprise that they did not
wait meekly for their doom.
But the seals, after swimming a yard or two, took up their position
behind a larger boulder, above which the tops of their sleek, massive
heads could just be seen.
"We shall have to go down to them, Sam," said Dick.
"They be great big creatures," said Sam dubiously. "Wi’ those terrible
big flappers they could smite us flat as flounders."
"You had better take the hammer in case I miss and they attack us. We
must at any rate prevent one of them from getting away."
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