gone slowly around the point. We could see the sun winking on something that might have been a cannon in her waist—that's the place where cannon always are—and of course the captain must have been keeping a sharp lookout landward with his spy-glass.
"Eh, mon," said Jerry, when the schooner had passed, "but yon was a verra close thing!"
That's one of the worst things about Jerry,—the way he mixes up language. We'd been reading "Kidnapped," and I suppose he forgot he was n't Alan.
"Silence, dog!" I said, to remind him of who we were. "Very like she's but hove to in the offing, and for aught you know she's maybe sending ashore the jolly-boat by now."
"Then let's go to the end of the point and have a look," Greg suggested.
He does n't often make speeches, be-
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