"That's the way down to the Scraw; but you needn't have been in such a hurry to go." Vince shuddered in spite of his self-control.

"I wonder," he said softly, "whether it's deep water underneath or rocks ?" "I don't know that it matters," was the reply.

"If it had been water you couldn't have swum in such a whirlpool as it seems to be.

So you might just as well have been killed on the rocks.

But oh! I say Cinder, don't talk about it." The boy's face grew convulsed, and he looked so horrified that Vince cried eagerly-- "Here, I say, don't take it like that.