"But you don't see it as I do," persisted the blacksmith.
"Of course I don't. I think you see it as it is not."
He remained silent for a little. A shower of spray fell upon us. He started.
"What a wave!" he cried. "That spray came over the top of the rock. We shall have to run for it."
I fancied that he only wanted to avoid further conversation.
"There's no hurry," I said. "It was high water an hour and a half ago."
"You don't know this coast, sir," returned he, "or you wouldn't talk like that."
As he spoke he rose, and going from under the shelter of the rock, looked along.
"For God's sake, Aggy!" he cried in terror, "come at once. Every other wave be rushing across the breakwater as if it was on the level."
So saying, he hurried back, caught her by the hand, and began to draw her along.