"I'd overhaul her, Mr Gurr." "Going to, my lad.

Don't you be scared about that.

I'll overhaul her, if it's only to get some fresh lobsters for breakfast.

There, I told you so," he continued, after a few minutes' interval, during which the boat was sailing straight in for the cliffs, about five hundred yards away from the landing ledge, away to the west; and as the master spoke the mainsail was rapidly lowered, the jib dropped, and those in the _White Hawk's_ leading boat saw that there was a good deal of busy work on board; and before they had recovered from their surprise, several men rose up, oars were thrust over now that the wind had failed, and, with eight men pulling, they were going straight for the cliff.
"Smugglers!" shouted Gurr excitedly.

"Jump up, Mr Raystoke, and signal the bo's'n to come on.