“Yes, father.”
“Well?”
“I think it’s all right. Carts are coming, and all the lads are down the roads.”
“All?”
“No. Two of ’em’s down by the cove, but they won’t send anybody from the cutter to-night.”
“Not so sure of it, my boy,—not so sure. Can’t be too careful. ’Tain’t as if we were obliged to move ’em to-night. Landing a cargo’s one thing; getting it away another. Well, we’ll try. You’re sure they’re keeping good watch at the cove?”
“Yes, father.”
“What sort of an officer did he seem on the cutter?”
“Little, fat, sleepy chap.”
“And the others?”