"Coupée. It's a wonder he managed it. The path slipped in the winter
and it's narrow in places."

"And do people cross it in the dark?" asked Gard, thinking of the girl
and boy who had gone to see the Seigneur.

"Och yes! It is not bad when you're used to it. Come and see!" and he
led the way back across the common to the road.

Gard walked cautiously behind him as he went across the crumbling white
pathway with the carelessness of custom, and, sailor as he had been, he
was not sorry when the other side was reached, and he could stand in the
security of the cutting and look back, and down into the gulf where the
white waves foamed and growled among the boulders three hundred feet
below.

"I've seen a many as did not care to cross that, first time they saw
it," said old Tom with a chuckle.

"Well, I'm not surprised at that. It's apt to make one's head spin."

"I brought captain of brig up here and he wouldn't put a foot on it. Not
for five hundred pounds, he said."

"It would have taken more than five hundred pounds to piece him together
if he'd tumbled down there."

"That's so."