The leap taken by Ruby was a bold one.  Few men could have ventured it; indeed, the youth himself would have hesitated had he not been driven almost to desperation.  But he was a practised swimmer and diver, and knew well the risk he ran.  He struck the water with tremendous force and sent up a great mass of foam, but he had entered it perpendicularly, feet foremost, and in a few seconds returned to the surface so close to the cliffs that they overhung him, and thus effectually concealed him from his pursuers.

Swimming cautiously along for a short distance close to the rocks, he came to the entrance of a cavern which was filled by the sea.  The inner end of this cave opened into a small hollow or hole among the cliffs, up the sides of which Ruby knew that he could climb, and thus reach the top unperceived, but, after gaining the summit, there still lay before him the difficulty of eluding those who watched there.  He felt, however, that nothing could be gained by delay, so he struck at once into the cave, swam to the inner end, and landed.  Wringing the water out of his clothes, he threw off his jacket and vest in order to be as unencumbered as possible, and then began to climb cautiously.

Just above the spot where Ruby ascended there chanced to be stationed a seaman named Dalls.  This man had lain down flat on his breast, with his head close to the edge of the cliff, so as to observe narrowly all that went on below, but, being a stout, lethargic man, he soon fell fast asleep!  It was just at the spot where this man lay that Ruby reached the summit.  The ascent was very difficult.  At each step the hunted youth had to reach his hand as high above his head as possible, and grasp the edge of a rock or a mass of turf with great care before venturing on another step.  Had one of these points of rock, or one of these tufts of grass, given way, he would infallibly have fallen down the precipice and been killed.  Accustomed to this style of climbing from infancy, however, he advanced without a sensation of fear.

On reaching the top he peeped over, and, seeing that no one was near, prepared for a rush.  There was a mass of brown turf on the bank above him.  He grasped it with all his force, and swung himself over the edge of the cliff.  In doing so he nearly scalped poor Dalls, whose hair was the “turf” which he had seized, and who, uttering a hideous yell, leaped upon Ruby and tried to overthrow him.  But Dalls had met his match.  He received a blow on the nose that all but felled him, and instantly after a blow on each eye, that raised a very constellation of stars in his brain, and laid him prone upon the grass.

His yell, however, and the noise of the scuffle, were heard by those of the press-gang who were nearest to the scene of conflict.  They rushed to the rescue, and reached the spot just as Ruby leaped over his prostrate foe and fled towards Arbroath.  They followed with a cheer, which warned the two men in ambush to be ready.  Ruby was lithe as a greyhound.  He left his pursuers far behind him, and dashed down the gorge leading from the cliffs to the low ground beyond.