Let's have a boat ride, Cap'n Bill," said the child.
"Suits me to a T," declared the sailor.

So they found the winding path that led down the face of the cliff to the narrow beach below and cautiously began the descent.

Trot never minded the steep path or the loose rocks at all, but Cap'n Bill's wooden leg was not so useful on a downgrade as on a level, and he had to be careful not to slip and take a tumble.
But by and by they reached the sands and walked to a spot just beneath the big acacia tree that grew on the bluff.

Halfway to the top of the cliff hung suspended a little shed-like structure that sheltered Trot's rowboat, for it was necessary to pull the boat out of reach of the waves which beat in fury against the rocks at high tide.

About as high up as Cap'n Bill could reach was an iron ring securely fastened to the cliff, and to this ring was tied a rope.
The old sailor unfastened the knot and began paying out the rope, and the rowboat came out of its shed and glided slowly downward to the beach.