“Did see ’em—when it was too late,” grumbled the other.
“Well, go back; and take off them boots, and hang ’em round your neck. I could hear you a mile away.”
“Right.”
“Go and tell ’em to keep a sharp look-out in the cove, and then to run the moment a boat comes in sight.”
“No boat won’t come in sight to-night. Dark.”
“Then the moment you hear one.”
“They won’t come to-night, master.”
“Go and do as I tell you,” said the other savagely.
“It’s the farmer and his man,” thought the listener; “and there is something wrong.”
He wondered what he had better do. Should he give notice to them on the cutter?