"That is it, is it?" said Ralph. "Are we not having rather a bad voyage, Wills? Do ships always have so much bad weather as we are meeting with?"
"No, zur, but uz sailed on a Vriday."
"What could that have to do with it, Wills? Why should that bring bad luck?"
"Can't zay, zur, but it du."
"You Cornishmen are always superstitious, aren't you?"
"Doan't knaw, your honour, as we'm more so than others. 'Tis no use to fly in the face of Providence ef He've given we the gumption to zee more'n other volks."
"Did you ever see the Flying Dutchman in these latitudes, Wills?"
"No, zur, I can't zay as I have zeed 'un, but 'tain't given to every chield to do so. I've zeed Jack Harry's Lights, though, and we wor wrecked then, too."
"Where was that?" asked Ralph with interest.