"Been to the cliff edge ?" "I--yes, Master Shackle." "See the cutter ?" "I think I saw a small vessel lying some distance off, with white sails." "That's the _White Hawk_, Luff Brough.

And I wanted to speak to you, Sir Risdon." The gentleman started.
"Not about--about that--" he stammered.
"Tchah! Yes.

It was about that, man," said the other.

"Don't shy at it like a horse at a blue bogey in a windy lane." "But I told you, man, last time, that I would have no more to do with that wretched smuggling." "Don't call things by ugly names." "My good man, it is terrible.

It is dishonourable, and the act is a breaking of the laws of our country." "Tchah! Not it, Sir Risdon," cried the other so sharply, that the grey horse started forward, and had to be checked.