He was here a few minutes since; but what's come of him is more nor I can tell ye." "He went off with Larry Doolan," a boy, who was standing next to the fisherman, shouted.
"Then, as sure as fate, they are up to some mischief," Mr.Davenant said.
"Walter is bad enough by himself, but with Larry to help him, it would take a regiment to look after them." "They can't be in much mischief tonight, yer honour," the fisherman said.
"Look, sir, she's coming in fast.

She draws a power of water, and she will strike in a minute or two." "She seems crowded with men.

Can nothing be done to help them ?" the priest asked.
"Nothing, your reverence.

Praying for them is the only thing that can help the poor sowls now." "You are sure it's not possible to launch a boat, Considine ?" "Look for yourself, yer honour.

There's not a boat on the coast that could get through them breakers." "There she goes." Even above the noise of the storm, a loud cry was heard, and the crash of breaking timber as, with the shock, the main and mizzen masts, weakened by the loss of the foremast, went over the sides.