"And look, here's a letter; put it away and read it after. If he
does for me--curse him!--you keep what I've given you. Yes, keep it;
it's my last Will and Testament, upon my soul. But you ought to go
half shares with little Jenny; you ought, you know. You'll find out
where she lives in that there letter. But you'll never give it up to
him. Swear it. Swear it again."

Again I promised.

"Mind you, if you do, I'll haunt you. I'll curse you dying, and
that's an awful thing to happen to a man. Look over again.
He mayn't be coming--perhaps he'll go through to the next beach, and
then we'll run for it."

Again I peered over, but drew back as if shot; for just below me was
a black head with glittering earrings, and its owner was steadily
coming up the path towards us.



CHAPTER IV.


TELLS HOW A SONG WAS SUNG AND A KNIFE DRAWN UPON DEAD MAN'S ROCK.

There was no escape. I have said that the ascent of Dead Man's Rock
was possible, but that was upon the northern side, from which we were
now utterly cut off. Hemmed in as we were between the sheer cliff
and the precipice, we could only sit still and await the man's
coming. Utter fear had apparently robbed my companion of all his