Now you look here, _mon ami_." As he spoke he picked up a heavy dwarf bucket, with its rope attached, raised it above his head, and hurled it some twenty feet into the smooth water between the lugger and the high cliff face.
The water was like glass, and streaked with fine threads apparently; and the next minute the lads grasped the reason why, for the bucket had hardly touched the water when it began to be borne towards the lugger's side, striking it directly after sharply, and then diving down out of sight.
Vince ran across the deck instantly to see it rise; and Mike followed, the captain joining them to lay his hands upon their shoulders once more.
"Aha! you see him come up again?
No?
Look _encore_ and _encore_, and you nevaire sall see him.

Vat you say to zat ?" "There must be a tremendous current," said Vince.

"Yais,--now," said the captain.

"_Apres_, some time he run all ze ozaire vay and grind ze sheep close up right to ze rock.

Vat you sink now?
You shump ovaire, and svim avay?
You creep along ze hawser and try to climb up ze cliff?
No, I sink not now.