Then aloud: "That will do." The men grinned again, and went off, while Ralph walked slowly away to where he could throw himself down at the side of the cliff in the sunshine, swing his legs over the edge, where it was nice and dangerous if he slipped, and finally leaned back to rest on one elbow, and gaze in the direction of the high cliff beyond the depression, where the men were gone to chip out pieces of the soft spongy-looking tufa, which lay in beds on the slope.
"That's bad news," thought the lad.

"I wonder what father will say.

It will be horrible.

They will be so strong there, that one doesn't know what will happen, only that we shall have to fight.

Well, then," he cried hotly, "we'll fight.