Good-night, friends!" "Good-night!" I heard the creak of thole-pins as the rowers gave way, and the wash of oars as the boat shot off into the dark.

Mr.Pengelly sent me a low whistle and I crept forth.
"Hear what they said ?" he asked.
"They--they didn't give much trouble." "Depends what you call trouble." He seemed slightly hurt in his feelings, and added, with asperity and obvious truth, "Carry it off how you will, a honeymoon's a honeymoon, and a man doesn't expect to be interrupted with questions about a sweep's apprentice." "Stand by!" cautioned the voice aft, low and firm as before.
"By the sound of it they've stopped rowing." "If they come on us again, we're done for.

That Tucker's a fool, but I noticed one or two of the men muttering together." "Sounds as if they were putting about.

Can the boy swim ?" asked Mrs.
Pengelly anxiously.
"I'll bet he can't." "But I can," said I.

"If you'll put the helm down, ma'am, and hold in, I think she'll almost fetch Penlee Point.