I suppose my baggage will be coming up ?" "Ach, yes! Tom, you take the cart and bring Mr.Gard's things up.

They are lying on the quay down there.

Then we will go along, if you please!" Old Tom marched him through the wonderful amber twilight to the summit of the bluff behind the engine-house--whence Gard could just make out his box and carpet-bag still lying on the quay below.

And all the way the old man was volubly explaining the many changes necessary, in his opinion, to bring the business to a paying basis.

All which information Gard accepted for testing purposes, but gathered from the total the fact that through ill health on the part of the departing captain, the ropes all round had got slack and that the tightening of them would be a matter of no little delicacy and difficulty.
Sark men, Mr.Hamon explained, were very free and independent, and hated to be driven.