FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186   187  
188   189   190   191   192   193   194   195   196   197   198   199   200   201   202   203   204   205   206   207   208   209   210   211   212   >>   >|  
ose," said Gwyn; "but I certainly thought he wanted to cut us off for some reason. Well, it's a good job he has gone." But a little later they found that Dinass had not gone, for all the while Grip had had an eye on his movements and had acted after the manner of a dog. For, after about five minutes, there was a sharp barking heard as the boys trudged on. "Why, where's Grip?" said Gwyn. "I thought he was here." The barking was repeated, and the dog was seen close to the edge of the cliff a hundred yards away, barking at something below him. "What's he found?" said Joe. "Oh, it's only at the gulls lower down. There's that shelf where it looks as if the granite had slipped down a little way. Let's see what he is about." The dog kept up his barking, and the boys walked up, to find no gull below, but Tom Dinass seated in a nook smoking his pipe, with a couple of ominous-looking pieces of stone within reach of his hand, both evidently intended for Grip's special benefit should he attack, which he refrained from doing. "Mornin', gentlemen," said the man. "Wish you'd keep that dawg chained up when you come to the mine; you see he don't like me." "He won't hurt you if you don't tease him," said Gwyn. "Come to heel, Grip." The dog uttered a remonstrant growl, but obeyed, and Dinass drew himself back against the cliff. "Safer down here," he said. "Yes, you are safer there," said Gwyn. "Good-morning." "One minute, sir, please. Don't go away yet; I want just a word with you." "Yes, what is it?" said Gwyn, shortly, while Joe gazed from the man to the depths below, troubled the while by some confused notion that he meant mischief. "Only just a word or two, Mr Gwyn, sir," said the man in a humble manner, which accorded badly with his fierce, truculent appearance; and for the moment the lad addressed thought that he meant treachery, and he, Joe, could not help glancing at the precipice so close at hand. "You see, I'm an unlucky sort of fellow, and somehow make people think wrong things about me. You and me got wrong first time you see me; but I didn't mean no harm, and things got better till the other day over the bit o' fuss about going down." "When you behaved like a cur and left us to take our chance. Quiet, Grip?" "Look at that now!" cried Dinass, appealing to nobody--"even him turning again' me. Why, I ought to say as you two young gents went and forsook me down the old pit. Su
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   163   164   165   166   167   168   169   170   171   172   173   174   175   176   177   178   179   180   181   182   183   184   185   186   187  
188   189   190   191   192   193   194   195   196   197   198   199   200   201   202   203   204   205   206   207   208   209   210   211   212   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Dinass

 

barking

 
thought
 

things

 

manner

 

addressed

 

treachery

 

truculent

 

appearance

 

moment


unlucky

 
minute
 
fellow
 

glancing

 
precipice
 
fierce
 

confused

 

notion

 

troubled

 

depths


shortly

 

mischief

 

humble

 

accorded

 

reason

 

wanted

 

appealing

 

chance

 

turning

 
forsook

people

 

behaved

 
walked
 

movements

 

seated

 
pieces
 

ominous

 
couple
 

smoking

 
slipped

granite

 

hundred

 

trudged

 
repeated
 

minutes

 

uttered

 
remonstrant
 

obeyed

 

attack

 
refrained