Man can't be two things, and it looks queer." An argument which did not have much force when self-applied, for Dick suddenly recollected that he was very skilful with the scissors, and knew that he was the regular barber of the crew, and as this came to his mind he took off his cap and gave his head a vicious scratch.
"Never mind the rabbits, lads," cried Gurr angrily; "we want to find Mr Raystoke." The men closed up together, and mastered their desire to go hunting, to make a change from the salt beef and pork fare, and soon after they came suddenly upon Sir Risdon and his lady, the latter, who looked weak and ill, leaning on her husband's arm.
Gurr saluted, and stated his business, while the baronet, who had turned sallower and more careworn than his lot drew a breath full of relief.
"One of your ship boys ?" he said.
"A lad, looking like a common sailor, and wearing a red cap." "No," said Sir Risdon.

"I have seen no one answering to the description here." "Beg pardon, sir, but can you, as a gentleman, assure me that he is not here ?" "Certainly," said Sir Risdon.

"You have seen no one ?" he continued, turning to Lady Graeme.
The lady shook her head.
"That's enough, sir; but may I ask you, if you do see or hear anything of such a lad, you will send a messenger off to the cutter ?" "It is hardly right to enlist me in the search for one of your deserters," said Sir Risdon coldly.
"Yes, sir, but he is not a deserter; and the fact is, we are afraid the lad has run alongside o' the smugglers, and come to grief." "Surely!" cried Sir Risdon excitedly.

"No, no,--you must be mistaken.
A boyish prank.

No one about here would injure a boy." "Humph!" ejaculated Gurr, looking at the baronet searchingly.