You're sure they're keeping good watch at the cove ?" "Yes, father." "What sort of an officer did he seem on the cutter ?" "Little, fat, sleepy chap." "And the others ?" "Don't seem to be no others, only that cocky-hoopy middy, who came ashore with the men.

I should like to ketch him ashore some day." One of Archy's legs gave a twitch at the first remark about him, and the twitch occurred in his right arm at the second.
"Don't chatter.

Not very sharp sort of officer, eh ?" "No, father.

Sort of chap who'd go to sleep all night." Archy began wondering.

He had thought the boy a dull, stupid-looking bumpkin, and he was finding out how observing he had been.
"Well, we'll risk it, boy.