"Nary a maid!"
"Vel, dot's all. Much obliged."
After she had departed, Fritz finished his meal, and then resumed his tramp along the lonely beach.
Half an hour brought him to the landing, but he did not pause.
Two rough-looking old sea-dogs were lounging outside a sort of a hut, but their appearance did not inspire Fritz with any desire to cultivate their acquaintance.
About sunset he arrived at a far prettier spot than he had yet encountered.
A great bluff of land rolled up to an abrupt and precipitous ending at the ocean's edge.
In high tide it would be impossible to walk along the beach at the base of the bluff, owing to the depth of water, while at low tide the beach was quite bare.
The evening tide was rolling in close to the base of the cliff, when Fritz reached it, and so he paused and took a reconnoissance.
Far up on the top of the bluff he saw a large, rambling, old house, in a grove of trees, but whether it was deserted or not, he could not tell.