Them there's things as you can't explain, nor nobody else can't." He wrinkled up his face and shook his head, as if there were a great deal more behind.
"Now, what are you talking about, Dick ?" cried the lad.

"You don't mean that the smuggler's a sort of ghost, and his lugger's all fancy ?" "Well, not exactly, sir, because if they was, they couldn't carry real cargoes, which wouldn't be like the smuggler and his lugger, sir, and, of course, then the kegs and lace wouldn't be no good.

But there's a bit something wrong about these here people, and all the men thinks so too." "More shame for them!" said the middy quickly.

"Hi! Look there, Dick; what's that ?" He seized the sailor by the shoulder, and pointed where, some five hundred yards away, close under the cliff, but on the rise of the line of breakers, there was something swimming slowly along.
Dick shaded his eyes, for no reason whatever, the sun being at his back, and gazed at the object in the water.
"'Tarnt a porpus," he said thoughtfully.
"As if I didn't know that," cried the lad; and, running aft, he descended into the cabin, and returned with a glass, which he focussed and gazed through at the object rising steadily and falling with the heave of the sea.
"See her, sir ?" "Yes," answered the middy, with his glass at his eye.

"It's a bullock or a cow." "Werry like, sir.