"There's no better head in the isle than mine for measurement and thinking, and I swore no man under eighteen stone could carry me, and I am twenty-five--I take you to be nineteen stone, eh ?" "Nineteen, less two ounces," grinned Buonespoir.
"I'll laugh De Carteret of St.Ouen's out of his stockings over this," answered Lempriere.

"Trust me for knowing weights and measures! Look you, varlet, thy sins be forgiven thee.

I care not about the fleeces, if there be no more stealing.

St.Ouen's has no head--I said no one man in Jersey could have done it--I'm heavier by three stone than any man in the island." Thereafter there was little speaking among them, for the danger was greater as they neared the shore.

The wind and the sea were against them; the tide, however, was in their favour.