They gets sucked in, and away they go.
You never hear of 'em again--not so much as a plank ever comes out!" "What becomes of them, then ?" said Vince, looking at the rugged old fellow curiously.
"Chawed up," was the laconic reply, as the old fellow shaded his brow, and gazed long and anxiously beyond the headland they were leaving on their left.
"But I want to see what it's like," said Mike.
"Ay, and so has lots o' lads, and men, too, afore you, youngster," said the old man solemnly; "and want's had to be their master.

It arn't to be done." "Well, look here," continued Mike, for Vince sat very thoughtfully looking from one to the other as if he had something on his mind: "steer as close in as it's safe, and let's have a look, then." "Do what ?" roared the old man fiercely.
"Steer as close in as it's safe," repeated Mike.

"We want to go, don't we, Vince ?" The lad nodded.
"Don't I tell you it's not safe nowhere?
It's my belief, boys, as there's some'at 'orrid about that there place.

I don't say as there is, mind you; but I can't help thinking as there's things below as lays hold o' the keel of a boat and runs it into the curren' as soon as you goes anywhere near--and then it's all over with you, for you never get back.
Your boat's rooshed round and round as soon as you get clost in, and she's washed up again the rocks all in shivers, and down they goes, just as if you tied a little 'baccy-box at the end of a string, and turned it round and round, and kep' hitting it again the stones." "Oh! I don't believe about your things under water doing that," said Mike--"only currents and cross currents: do you, Cinder ?" Vince did not answer, but sat gazing beyond the great headland, looking very thoughtful.
"Ah, my lad! it's all very well for you to talk," said the old man solemnly; "but you don't know what there is in the wast deep, nor I don't neither.

I've heerd orful noises come up from out of the Scraw when the wind's been blowing ashore, and the roarings and moanings and groanings as come up over the cliffs have been t'reble." "Yes, but it isn't blowing now," said Mike: "take us in a bit, just round the point." "Nay," said the old man, shaking his head; "I won't say I won't, a-cause I could never face your fathers and mothers again, for I should never have the chance.