'Hold your tongue, you water-rat!' Astonished by his friend's unusual heat, Lightwood stared too, and then said: 'What can have become of this man ?' 'Can't imagine.

Unless he dived overboard.' The informer wiped his brow ruefully as he said it, sitting in his boat and always staring disconsolate.
'Did you make his boat fast ?' 'She's fast enough till the tide runs back.

I couldn't make her faster than she is.

Come aboard of mine, and see for your own-selves.' There was a little backwardness in complying, for the freight looked too much for the boat; but on Riderhood's protesting 'that he had had half a dozen, dead and alive, in her afore now, and she was nothing deep in the water nor down in the stern even then, to speak of;' they carefully took their places, and trimmed the crazy thing.

While they were doing so, Riderhood still sat staring disconsolate.
'All right.