See anything ?" "No," whispered the lieutenant, after sweeping his glass round.
"Tide serves, and she can't be long now.

But two o' your chaps keep whispering for'ard, and it comes back off the cliff.

No, no--don't shout at 'em.

We daren't have a sound." "No," replied the lieutenant; and he went softly forward toward where a group of men were leaning over the bulwarks, peering into the darkness and listening to the tide as it gurgled in and out of the rocks, little more than a hundred yards away.
"Strict silence, my lads, and the moment you get the word, over into your boats and lay ready.

Are those rowlocks muffled ?" "Ay, ay, sir!" said the boatswain, who was to be in command of one of the boats.
"No bloodshed, my lads.