The two men got up on the cart; the boy leaped up when they reached him, before O'Shea could bring it to full stop for him, and on they went.

Even the pony seemed to realize that there was need of haste.
They had travelled about two miles more when, in front of them, a cape of rock was seen jutting across the beach, its rocky headland stretching far into the sea.

Caius believed that the end of their journey was near; he looked eagerly at the new land, and saw that there were houses upon the top of the cliff.

It seemed unnecessary even to ask if this was their destination.

Secure in his belief, he willingly got off the cart at the base of the cliff, and trudged behind it, while O'Shea drove up a track in the sand which had the similitude of a road; rough, soft, precipitous as it was, it still bore tracks of wheels and feet, where too far inland to be washed by the waves.