Then he turned quickly and walked hurriedly away, never once looking back as Nic watched him till he was out of sight.
Then the boy shuddered.
"How horrible!" he thought.

"He might have thrown me down.

No, it was only a mad trick.

But what a man to have about the place! I ought to have bullied him well; but I can't go near him again.

I wish I had not shown the white feather so." Ten minutes later Nic had forgotten his adventure, as he lay there upon his chest close to the edge, gazing down from the Bluff into the tremendous gully, rapt in amazement by its wonders, fascinated by its beauties.