CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.
As the midshipman reached the deck, it was to find that there was a light mist on the water, and that the lieutenant was at the side with Gurr, where they were watching a boat coming in from seaward.
The cutter was back not far from her old moorings, and the great cliffs of the shore were dimly visible.
"Lobster-boat, sir," said Gurr, as Archy came behind them.
"Never mind! I'll overhaul her.

I'm going to be suspicious of everything now.

Take the boat, and--Ah, to be sure.

Mr Raystoke, take the boat, and see what those fellows mean.

They're making straight for the ledge, and there is no one to buy lobsters there." "Ay, ay, sir!" That familiar sea-going reply seemed to ring out of the lad's throat, and afforded him a pure feeling of delight.