"Yes; why not? I don't feel half so frightened now I've got over that fall."
"I never felt frightened at all," said Fred.
"Oh?"
"Well, not much. Come along."
They approached cautiously, finding that the shelf grew narrower, and evidently ended in a point.
"Mind!"
"Mind what?"
"I've got to the end of the rope."
"Well, let's leave go, and creep to the edge without it."
"No," said Fred, who felt that the rope was like a hand connecting them with the upper surface. "Perhaps it has caught somewhere, and we haven't got it all loose. Wait till I give it a jerk. Here, leave go for a moment."
Scarlett loosened his hold, and Fred stepped back a foot or two before sending a wave along the cord, which was followed by a rattling noise, as if a quant.i.ty of the shale and earth had been set at liberty, and was falling in a shower upon the rocky floor.
"There, I told you so," cried Fred. "I can draw yards and yards in, and yards and--"
He was suiting the action to the word, hauling more and more of the rope towards him, when there was an end to the rattling sound, and one dull flap.
"What is it, Fred?"
"I--I'm not sure."
"I am," cried Scarlett, in agony. "Why, you've dragged at the rope till it has come untied."
"I'm afraid so," faltered Fred, in a husky voice.
"And n.o.body saw us come here," cried Scarlett. "Oh, Fred, Fred, we shall be buried alive!"
CHAPTER SIX.
UNEXPECTED AID.
For a few minutes the two lads were so overcome by the horror of their position that they stood there in silence, afraid to move. Then Scarlett recovered himself a little, and said huskily--
"Pull the rope again, and make sure."
"I'm sure enough," said Fred, sulkily. "It's all down here. How could you have tied it so badly?"
"I don't know. I thought it was tight. Ah! there it is again."
There was a whizzing, whirring sound heard above the plash and whisper of the water down below, and for a few moments the boys remained perfectly still.
"Why, I know what that is," cried Fred. "Pigeons. I've often seen them fly into the holes of the rocks. They build in these places, and roost here of a night."
"Wish I was a pigeon," said Scarlett, sadly. "We shall never be able to climb up that hole."
"We shall have to try," said Fred, "unless we can find a way down.
Here, let's creep to the edge and look."
Scarlett hesitated for the moment, but it was a work, of stern necessity; and together, using the greatest caution the while, they crept on hands and knees to the edge of the great shelf, and looked over to see that the light came in from some opening away to the right, to be reflected from the wall of rock opposite, and shed sufficiently strong a dawn to let them see fifty feet below them the creamy foaming water which flowed in and then ran back.
"Don't see any way down," said Fred, rather despondently. "This place sticks right out over everything."
"But we can get down by fixing the rope up here, and sliding down."
"I'd forgotten the rope," said Fred, with a deep sigh. "But suppose we do get down. What then?"
"Why, we can find our way to the mouth of the cave, and look out and shout at the first boat that comes by."
Fred brightened up.
"I say, Scar," he said cheerfully, "what a clever fellow you are! Let's try at once."
"Hadn't we better try first whether we can climb up the hole?"
The suggestion was so good that it was at once tried, but without effect; for a very few minutes' search proved that there was a perpendicular face of rock to scale, and, unless they cut steps with their knives, ascent in that way was impossible.
"It's of no use, Scar," said Fred, "unless we can get away by the mouth.
I say, is it as dark as it was when we first came down?"
"Our eyes are getting used to it," said Scarlett, as they both stood gazing across the opening at the black-looking rock-face before them, and, gaining courage from familiarity, they once more approached the edge of the shelf, and felt their way about, seeking vainly for the means of descent.
"I'm afraid it's of no use, Fred. The only way is for one of us to let the other down with the rope, and the one who goes down to call for help."
"But why not both go down?"
"Because there is nowhere to fasten the rope; and, after it slipped as it did just now, I should not like to venture."
"That was with your tying. You wait till I've found a place."
There did not seem much risk of a fall after Fred's securing of the rope, for the simple reason that he was not likely to tie it.
Everywhere, as they searched, they found smooth rock without a projection, or shivering shaley slate, which crumbled down at a touch, and, at last, Fred gave up with a sigh of despair.
"It's of no use," he said. "One of us must go down and try the mouth of the cave. I don't want to, but I will go if you'll hold the rope."
"I feel so much afraid of not being strong enough, that I ought to go, and let you."
"Let's have a look, and see if we can make out what it's like first,"
said Fred; and, creeping cautiously to the edge, he lay down, and peered over, Scarlett following his example, and looking into the gloom beneath from close by his side.
"Looks very horrible," said Fred; "but I suppose it's because it's so dark. I don't believe it would be anything to mind, if it was so light we could see clearly."