98 TIGER'S TEETH 



ago, all but one man being drowned. He 

 had the newspaper cuttings of the wreck, and 

 sure enough, his ancestor was mentioned. 

 He cherished that cutting. 



One night we had finished our game of 

 whist with the frayed cards, and were talk- 

 ing. The Inn has a low ceiling of black oak 

 beams, roughly shaped, and is lit by a 

 paraffin lamp having a permanent black 

 fringe to its orange flame. In a momentary 

 silence we heard the sharp patter of rain 

 flung against the window by a rapidly 

 rising wind. 



" It would be dangerous at the Point 

 to-night," I murmured, shivering. 



Amid a chorus of assent my friend Muggy 

 remembered the epic story of the climb of 

 Raven Rock. Had I heard tell of it ? No, 

 I hadn't, and I settled my elbows more com- 

 fortably on the oak table, and prepared for 

 the yarn. More beer first, of course. 

 Muggy would not have any; he drank but 

 a pint every night, he said. 



