Me and Jemmy Dadd come down here once after birds' eggs, before father had the place up there quite blocked up.

It used to be a hole just big enough to creep through.

Jemmy stopped up on that patch where you and me wrastled, and let me down with a rope.

There's no getting no farther than this." "Not with a rope ?" "Well, with a very long one you might slide down to the water, but what's the good, without there was a boat waiting?
You hadn't got the boat, and you didn't bring no rope.

No use to try to get away." The words seemed more and more the words of truth as the midshipman listened, and he was compelled to own in his own mind that he had failed in his attempt; but a question seemed to leap from his lips next moment, and he said sharply,-- "Perhaps there's no getting down, but any one might climb up right to the top of the cliff." "Fly might, or a beedle," said the boy, laughing.