I could not do him myselfs." This only increased Vince's desire to discover by what means the lugger was piloted out from its moorings beneath the towering rocks, where it was completely shut-in, though it seemed that there was a channel behind the rock which spread out in front.
Sunset was drawing near, and it became evident that the time was approaching for a start to be made, for the boat in which they came from the cave had been hoisted up to the davits, and the men were busy preparing for hoisting sails.

The hatches were in their places, and the vessel looked wonderfully orderly, being very different in aspect from those of its class.

In fact, from stem to stern she was nearly as neat as a king's ship.
Meanwhile Joe Daygo kept close to the bulwark, turning from time to time to note how the men were progressing, and then leaning over the bulwark again to gaze at the perpendicular wall of rock before him, which towered up to a great height and went apparently straight down into the sea.

"I know," said Vince at last, in a whisper.

"Know what ?" "Joe Daygo is watching that streak of white paint on the rock over yonder." "I see no streak of white paint," said Mike.