"Humph!" said he, "those fools! Do they think everybody is blind?
They left victuals, they left cooking-things.
Blasted careful they were to leave matches and candles in a tin box.

I watched them.

If everybody else was blind, I kenned they expected somebody was comin' back.

That captain, that blasted captain, I'll wager! Wi' sae much business on his hands, he couldna sail wi' us to show us where his wife was stranded!" For fifty yards more he plodded along, looking from side to side at the rocks and sand.
"A dreary place and lonely," thought he, "and I can peer out things at me ease.

I'll find out what's at the end o' that dark alley.