and greeted them each man by name, and a conversation ensued relative to the weather. Each described his own impressions as to what the weather had been, and his anticipations as to what it would be."
"And how's your missus?"
"Middlin'—and yours?"
"Same, thanky'. A little troubled wi' the rheumatics."
"Tell her to take a lump o' sugar wi' five drops o' turpentine."
"I will, thanky"—and so on for half an hour, at the end of which time the party thought it time to rise, wipe their mouths, shoulder the anker, and return to the boat.
No sooner were they in it, and had thrust off from shore, and prepared to make a second start, than Oliver touched Wyvill and said, pointing to the land, "Look yonder."
"What!"
"There is that clerk. Running, actually running."
"I reckon he be."
"And in the direction of Pentyre."
"So he be, I reckon."
"And what do you think of that?"
"Nothing," answered Wyvill, confusedly. "Why should I? He can't say nothing about where we be going. Not a word of that was said while us was there. I don't put no store on his running."
"I do," said Oliver, unable to smother his annoyance. "This folly will spoil our game."
Wyvill muttered, "I reckon I'm head of the consarn and not you."
Oliver deemed it advisable, as the words were said low, to pretend that he did not hear them.
The wind had somewhat abated, but the sea was running furiously round Pentyre. Happily the tide was going out, so that tide and wind were conflicting, and this enabled the rowers to get round Pentyre between the Point and the Newland Isle, that broke the force of the seas. But when past the shelter of Newland, doubling a spur of Pentyre that ran to the north, the rowers had to use their utmost endeavors, and had not their muscles been moistened they might possibly have declared it impossible to proceed. It was advisable to run into
