CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
"Sure you've looked round everywhere, boy ?" "Yes, father, quite." "Nothing left nowhere?
Sure none of the lads chucked anything aside the path when they ran up ?" "Yes, father.

I looked well both sides." "Humph! Worse lads than you if you knew where to find 'em." "Thank ye, father." "I'm going home to breakfast." "Shall I come too, father ?" "No.

Stop here till Sir Risdon comes down, and tell him I'm very sorry; that we should have cleared out last night, only a born fool saw Jerry Nandy's lobster-boat coming into the cove, and came running to say it was a party from the cutter." "Yes, father." "Tell him not to be uneasy; 'tis all right, and I'll have everything clear away to-night." The dull sound of departing steps, and a low whistling sound coming down through the skylight window into the cabin where Archy Raystoke lay with his heavy eyelids pressed down by sleep.
"What a queer dream!" he thought to himself.

"No; it couldn't be a dream.

He must be awake.