end. You can't see it from here. No matter how smooth the sea is it
seems to tumble down over some cliff under water and then come shooting
up again, and it throws itself at the rocks and sends the spray up into
the sky."

"I'd like to go and see it," said Gard. "But I don't think I would like
to swim. Could one get a boat?"

"We have a boat with Nick Mollet in the bay below here," said Bernel.
"But he's generally out fishing and you're always busy."

"I'll take a holiday some day and you shall take me over."

Time came when they went, but it was hardly a holiday undertaking.




CHAPTER XII

HOW NANCE CAME UP THE MAIN SHAFT WITHOUT GOING DOWN IT


It was a few days after this that Gard had another proof of Nance's and
Bernel's fearlessness and prowess in the waters they had conquered into
friendliness.

Bernel was a great fisherman. He could wheedle out rock-fish by the
dozen while envious miners sat about him tugging hopefully at empty
lines.