reat scholar. You will be
a clergyman and write books. Your name will live long after I am dead
and forgotten."

"It is false," he said. "My prospects are of the dreariest nature.
You will give me the living of Trewinion when Mr. Polperrow dies, and I
shall drone out my life on your bounty. Ah! The thought makes me mad."

"No, don't say that, Wilfred," I replied, "you will inherit the
vicarage as your right, while you know that everything I can give you I
shall. Besides, I cannot help being the eldest."

"No, no, you can help nothing, Roger; but there, although I shall be
'Wilfred, the penniless' I shall go to Oxford, and perhaps something
will turn up there for me."

"And even if nothing does turn up, Wilfred, and you have to bury your
talents down here, we shall still be brothers, and we shall still have
each other."

I said this because my heart was very tender towards him. I felt sad
that I should have so much and he so little; but he only looked
curiously at me, and a strange light played in his eyes.

He left me for a minute, and, walking to the very edge of the cliff,
stood watching the waves; then he came back to me again and I thought
his sadness was gone.

"What a long time since we've wrestled, Roger," he said; "let's have a
hitch now."

Wrestling was then, as it is to-day, the favourite sport of Cornish
youths; so I gladly took off my coat, and we began our fun. I soon
saw, however, that Wilfred did not regard it as fun. He strained every
muscle of his body in order to throw me, until I had to put forth my
whole strength. Although I was stronger and heavier than he I had not
much advantage. He was so supple and knew so many clever tricks that
he was constantly in fair way of obtaining the mastery.

The grass on which we stood was as soft as a sponge, so no harm could
befall either of us should we be thrown. At any rate, such was my
thought. So becoming a little exasperated at Wilfred's clever
strategems, I became somewhat rough, and taking him from a vantage
point I had gained I threw him down with great force.

I do not think that I hurt him very much, but as chance would have it
he fell on a rock that was concealed by the spongy turf, and when he
rose he was pale and trembling.

"You do well," he said at length, "to show your strength in such a way.
First you seek to throw me unfairly, and then you choose a rock by
which I could be hurt."

"Nay, Wilfred," I said, "I did not thr