Then you can cut the smuggler off." "Hah! yes; it's down on the chart, but I did not dare to try it.

Thank you, my lad; that is grand.

Ah! here's the boat." The boys shrank back, so that old Daygo should not see them, while the lieutenant stepped up to the side and bullied the old man, who protested humbly that he did not understand the signal.
"Well, quick! Here are two passengers to take ashore.

Now, my lads-- sharp!" Vince and Mike shook hands with the officer, while a sailor at the gangway held on to the painter of Daygo's boat, which was gliding pretty fast through the water, the course of the cutter not having been quite stopped; then the lads jumped lightly in, the painter was thrown after them, there was a slight touch of the helm, and the cutter heeled over and dashed away, leaving Vince and Mike looking the old man full in the face, while he stared back with his jaw dropped down almost to his chest.
"Then you arn't dead, young gen'lemen ?" "No, we're not dead," said Vince sharply.

"Now then, hoist that sail and run us home." The boys sat there watching the cutter, the lugger and the schooner all sailing rapidly away.