Why not?
Why, we might come a million times and never slip again." "Yes," said Mike, but rather shrinkingly.

"Shall we go back home now ?" "No; not till we've had another good look down at the place.

Here--hi! you be off, or next time we come we'll bring a gun." _Croak_! said the raven, and it took flight--not, however, at the words, but from the cap sent skimming up at it where it perched watching them.
"Come on," cried Vince; and his companion sprang up as if ashamed of his weakness.
Then together they climbed back to the scene of their adventure, and had a good look down at the shut-in cove, calmly reconnoitring the danger through which one of them had passed; and, after gazing long at the entrance and place of exit of the tides, they climbed along the ridge for some distance to the right, and then back and away to the left, but they could see nothing more--nothing but the rock-bound bay shut-in from the sea, and whose shore, if there was any, remained hidden from their sight by the projecting edge of cliff at the bottom of the slope below them.
"There," said Vince at last,--"I know how I feel." "So do I," said Mike: "that we've had all our trouble for nothing." "No, I don't; I feel as if I shan't be satisfied till I've been right down there and seen what it's like." "But we can't get there.

Nobody could go in a boat." "Perhaps not.

We must climb down." Mike suppressed a shudder.