Right well he knew these fisher-folk.
"You get a few visitors now, I see," Merefleet observed.
The fisherman nodded.

"Don't know what they come for," he observed.
"Bathing ain't good, and them pleasure-boats--well"-- he lifted his shoulders expressively--"half-a-capful of wind would upset 'em.

There's a lady staying at this here hotel--an American lady she be--what goes out every day regular, she and a young gentleman with her.

They won't have me nor yet any of my mates to go along, and yet--bless you--they could no more manage that boat if a squall was to come up nor they could fly.

I told her once as it wasn't safe.