Ranulph turned on his heel.
"Where are you going, Ro ?" Guida said, taking a step after him.
"On the other side, to my men and the wreck," he said, pointing.
Guida glanced once more towards the man-o'-war: and then, with mischief in her eye, turned towards Jean.

"Suppose," she said to him archly, "suppose the ship should want to come in, of course you'd remember your onc' 'Lias, and say, 'A bi'tot, good-bye!"' An evasive "Ah bah!" was the only reply Jean vouchsafed.
Ranulph joined his men at the wreck, and the Reverend Lorenzo Dow went about the Lord's business in the little lean-to of sail-cloth and ship's lumber which had been set up near to the toil of the carpenters.

When the curate entered the but the sick man was in a doze.

He turned his head from side to side restlessly and mumbled to himself.

The curate, sitting on the ground beside the man, took from his pocket a book, and began writing in a strange, cramped hand.