“This is just lovely. I wish father were here.”
“Ay! I wish he weer,” said Josh. “I often pity you poor people who come from big towns and don’t know what it is to be in such a place as this. Beautiful, arn’t it, Master Rorthur, sir?”
“Ye–es,” said Arthur, “it’s a beautiful night.”
“Ay, it be,” assented Josh; “and in a snug harbour like this there’s no fear of a steamer or ship coming to run you down.”
Arthur shuddered.
“Rather awkward for them among the rocks, eh, Josh?” said Will.
“Awk’ard arn’t the word,” said Josh. “’Member the Cape packet being wrecked here, my lad?”
“Oh, yes! I recollect it well,” said Will. “It was just here, wasn’t it?”
“Just yonder,” said Josh. “She went on the rocks about ten fathom beyond where our grapnel lies.”
“Was anyone hurt?” said Arthur, who shivered at the idea of a wreck having been anywhere near them.