When at last we separated, we reclined side by side on the warm sand further up the beach. I sat up on my elbows to look where Jimmy and Bob were on the rocks. I laughed as I saw my two other close companions locked in an erotic soixante neuf position in the golden sunlight that fell on the rocks, their fair bodies dazzling in the late afternoon sunset.

Gaston and I took great pleasure in watching them from afar, and when at last their appetites had been sated, we approached the boulders and climbed up to join our friends.

This little diversion over, we sat about dressing in earnest and started on our journey again, making for a point not far distant, where Bob said there was another gorge leading inland.

“You can get any amount of bird's eggs there,” said Bob as we went along. “Thompson and I made quite a fine collection between us; I've got a case full at home now. We had one or two narrow squeaks too, in climbing about.”

We had nearly got to the point which Bob had indicated, when on rounding a buttress in the cliffs, we spied a group of boys who were assembled just within the mouth of a rather large cavern.

“Look!” exclaimed Bob, motioning to us to halt. “Isn't that Davenport there?”

“Yes,” I cried. “Williams told me that Davenport had notified all the chaps in their dormitory that they wished their company this afternoon, and he said he thought they were going to the beach.”

“That's them, right enough,” said Jimmy. “There's Williams in front and I can see Sturges, Benson, Elgar and Davenport Junior are just behind. “I say, can't we give them just a little surprise?”

“Here is an opportunity for revenge, Charlie,” said Bob. “They've fallen right into our hands.”

“What a lark,” exclaimed Jimmy, throwing his cap up in the air and catching it again. “What shall we do, Bob?”