Dreading to hear the answer, yet wildly anxious, I cried-- "Oh, yes.

Do you know him?
He was coming home from Ceylon, and mother was so anxious; and then, what with the storm last night and the cry that we heard, we were so frightened! Oh! do you know -- do you think--" My words died away in terrified entreaty; but he seemed not to hear me.

Still gazing out on the sea, he said-- "Sailed in the _Belle Fortune_, barque of 600 tons, or thereabouts, bound for Port of Bristol?
Oh, ay, I knew him--knew him well.
And might this here place be Lantrig ?" "Our house is on the cliff above the next cove," I replied.
"But, oh! please tell me if anything has happened to him!" "And why should anything have happened to Ezekiel Trenoweth?
That's what I want to know.

Why should anything have happened to him ?" He was still watching the waves as they danced and twinkled in the sun.

He never looked towards me, but plucked with nervous fingers at his torn trousers.