Look here, young Physic: you don't want to go and break your poor mother's heart, do you ?" "Of course not," said Vince.
"Then don't you go, my lad--don't you go.

There--better be off, both on you.

Weather's hot, and fish won't keep.

Tell 'em to put some salt in the pot with that lobster, Ladle; and you'd better have your fish cooked to-night, Doctor." Vince turned round and nodded; but the ladle was sticking in Mike's throat, and he stalked on without making a sign.
Daygo stood watching till the lads had climbed up out of his sight, and then he went and sat down on a block of granite, and began to rasp his nose on both sides with his rough, fishy finger, as if engaged in sharpening the edge of a feature which was sharp enough as it was; and as he rasped, he looked straight before him at the great rugged cliff.
But he was not thinking of it in the least; his thoughts were half a mile away, at the most precipitous part of the coast--a spot avoided by shore-goer and seaman alike, from the ill name it bore, and the dangers said to attend those who ventured to go near, either climbing or in a boat.
"Nay," he said at last; "they won't go now.".