the sea, the earth and grass of the hill descended but a little way
towards the water. Down among the rocks they all went, silently,
Caleb Morton leading the way, and Danny Lund directing him from
behind.

"Mr. Morton," said an elderly man from St. George, "had you not
better let the warders of the gaol go first; he is a desperate man,
and they will best understand his ways?"

In answer to this Morton said nothing, but he would let no one put a
foot before him. He still pressed forward among the rocks, and at
last came to a spot from whence he might have sprung at one leap
into the ocean. It was a broken cranny on the sea-shore into which
the sea beat, and surrounded on every side but the one by huge
broken fragments of stone, which at first sight seemed as though
they would have admitted of a path down among them to the water's
edge; but which, when scanned more closely, were seen to be so large
in size, that no man could climb from one to another. It was a
singularly romantic spot, but now well known to them all there, for
they had visited it over and over again that morning.

"In there," said Danny Lund, keeping well behind Morton's body, and
pointing at the same time to a cavern high up among the rocks, but
quite on the opposite side of the little inlet of the sea. The
mouth of the cavern was not twenty yards from where they stood, but
at the first sight it seemed as though it must be impossible to
reach it. The precipice on the brink of which they all now stood,
ran down sheer into the sea, and the fall from the mouth of the
cavern on the other side was as steep. But Danny solved the mystery
by pointing upwards, and showing them how he had been used to climb