Our only difficulty was that, unless it eased off before we came within reach of Knockowen, we should have to cross it to get home.

But that was far enough away yet.
Miss Kit, who for all her pretty bragging had had little commerce in the mighty deep, sat still for a while, startled by the sudden violence of the wind and the onslaught of the waves behind us.

But as soon as she discovered that all the harm they did was to wet her pretty head and drench her boxes, and when, moreover, she satisfied herself by a chance glance or two at my face that there was nothing to fear, she began to enjoy the novel experience, and even laughed to see how the boat tore through the water.
"Why can't we go on like this, straight out to the open sea ?" said she.
"We could do many a thing less easy," said I.

"It's well Knockowen's no nearer the open sea than it is." "Why ?" "If it was as far as Kilgorman," said I, "we'd meet the tide coming in, and then it would be a hard sea to weather." "Kilgorman!" said she, catching at the name; "were you ever there, Barry ?" "Once," said I guiltily, "when I should not have been.

And I suffered for it." "How?
what happened ?" "Indeed, Miss Kit; it's not for the likes of you to hear; and his honour would be mad if he knew of it." "You think I'm a tell-tale," said she.