It was the day after the conversation at the old manor-house that, after a long morning with Mr Deane, the two boys met as usual, and started in the opposite direction to that which they intended to take, for they had not taken many steps before Vince kicked out sidewise and struck Mike on the boot.
"What did you do that for ?" said the other angrily.
"'Cause I liked;" and a tussle ensued, half serious on one side, jocular on the other.
"Now," whispered Vince, "break away and run towards that bay, and I'll chase you." "What for?
What's come to you this afternoon ?" "Don't look round.

Old Daygo's sitting under a stone yonder smoking his pipe." Mike obeyed, running off as hard as he could go, chased by Vince, till they were well out of sight, and then, by making a _detour_ of a good half-mile, they reached the oak wood a long way north of their customary way of entrance, and began to plod onward towards their goal.
"That's what they call throwing dust in any one's eyes, isn't it ?" said Mike, laughing.
"Yes," said Vince, "and we shall have to make it sand with old Joe.
He's getting more and more suspicious, though I don't see why it matters to him.

You see, we never go near him now to ask him to take us out fishing, or into one of the west bays to shell, and he thinks we have something else on the way." "Well, so we have, and--Hullo, Joe! you there ?" "Yes, young gentleman, I'm here," said Daygo gruffly, as he suddenly came upon them in a little opening in the wood.

"I thought you'd gone down to the west bays." "Well, we did think of going; but it's cooler and more shady here.

The sun does come down so strongly there under the cliffs.