"No man could swim far there.
T'reble currents and deep holes, where the tide runs into and sucks you down if it don't take you out to sea.

Nobody's safe there." "Might go all right in a boat," said Vince, still gazing down, attracted by the place, where he had often watched before, and noted how the cormorants, shags, and rock-doves flew in and out, disappearing beneath his feet--for the great buttress overhung the sea, and its face could only be seen by those who sailed by.
"Nay, nay; no one goes in a boat along here, boy.

There, I'm going to fill my pipe and light it, and then we'll go.

Which o' you's got a sun-glass ?" "I have," said Vince quickly.
"Let's have it, then: save me nicking about with my flint and steel." The rough black pipe was filled, and the convex lens held so that the sun's rays were brought to a focus on the tobacco, which dried rapidly, crisped up, and soon began to smoke, when a few draws ignited the whole surface, and the man began to puff slowly and regularly as he handed back the glass.
"It's nothing a boy could do," he said, with one of his fierce, grim looks, "so don't you two get a-glowering at a pipe like that." "Get out!" said Vince quickly.

"I wasn't thinking about that.