There is no boat nearer than Filey; and a boat could scarcely live over that bar.

You must climb the cliff, and begin at once, before you get any colder." "Then is my poor pony to be drowned, after all?
If he is, he had better have been drowned at once." The smuggler looked at her with a smile, which meant, "Your gratitude is about the same as his;" but he answered, to assure her, though by no means sure himself: "There is time enough for him; he shall not be drowned.

But you must be got out of danger first.

When you are off my mind, I will fetch up pony.
Now you must follow me step by step, carefully and steadily.

I would carry you up if I could; but even a giant could scarcely do that, in a stiff gale of wind, and with the crag so wet." Mary looked up with a shiver of dismay.