"Now, what shall I do?" said Fisherman Dick; "go and tell the constables? They'd be abed, and it would take me an hour to get back with them, and the mischief would be done before then. Anyhow, I'll go and see what's going on." By this time Mellersh and Linnell had passed out of sight along the shore, and the second party were a hundred yards away. Fisherman Dick did not hesitate, but, going back up the cliff path, he reached the top, and walked swiftly along eastward for some distance. Then, throwing himself down, he crawled flat on the ground, taking off his hat and leaving it behind him. In a few seconds he was at the edge of the cliff, where the soft shore turf ended, and the chalk was broken away, going sheer down perpendicularly to the shingle beach and rough rock debris that had fallen from time to time after undermining by the sea. As he expected, the two little parties were below. "They're going to fight, sure enough," muttered the fisherman. "I may as well go and see fair. Where'll they do it?" He lay still for a few moments thinking. "Why, they'll make for the sand patch in Jollick's Cove," he said aloud. "Don't know much about it, or they'd have took the path and the short cut and gone down the chalk steps." He smiled as some thought occurred to him, and, drawing back from the edge of the cliff, he crawled back to where the beaten path showed faintly, and where at intervals the turf had been cut away down to the chalk, and a white patch made, as a guide for travellers in the dark, lest they should stray from the slight sheep-track and go over the cliff to certain death. Along this path Fisherman Dick ran at a brisk trot for quite a mile, while the cliff rose slightly into a bold bluff, but the fisherman did not climb this, but plunged down suddenly behind a clump of furze into a ravine where a slight path showed that there was a way to the shore. He went down this a few yards, and then turned, took two great strides, climbed up the face of the ravine a little way, stepped behind a huge mass of chalk, went in and out among some debris from the cliff, and then stepped into what looked like a rain gully which led to an opening in the rock, forming a rough half hole, half cavern, with the light coming from the side through a large irregular opening, partly natural, partly reduced by the arrangement of blocks of chalk, so that there was plenty of room for a dozen men to be in shelter, and where, unseen, they had full view of the open sea for miles on either side, and of the smooth patch of sand in the little cove, fifty feet or so below. "There, as long as they don't shute up this way," said the fisherman, "I shall be all right and can see them all. I hope young Linnell won't be hurt. Don't suppose he will, for pistols is mortal stupid tools to work with."