We chose a rocky slab some ten yards off, separated from us by alittle thicket of olive-green spikes."Imagine it there!" said Cavor, who was assuming the airs of a trainer,and he pointed to a spot about four feet from my toes. This leap I managedwithout difficulty, and I must confess I found a certain satisfaction inCavor's falling short by a foot or so and tasting the spikes of the scrub.
To the right at the head of the harbourshallows the town of Porchester rose among the trees. Mr.Hoopdriver's... read more
