“Right, sir,” replied Josh.
“Do you think it is high water now?”
“No, sir. ’Nother two hours to flow,” replied Josh. “I remember a case once where some chaps was shut-up in a zorn like this, and—”
“Hush!—hold your tongue!” whispered Will excitedly; “don’t tell about that.”
“Why not?” growled Josh. “We aren’t going to be drowned and washed out to sea.”
“Are you mad, Josh?” whispered Will. “You’ll frighten them.”
“Oh! all right, then,” growled Josh; “I didn’t know.”
Mr Temple was silent, and, bending forward, he took hold of Arthur’s hand and pressed it.
“Don’t be alarmed, my boy,” he said. “There is no more danger now than when it was light.”
“I’m trying to be brave, papa,” said Arthur softly.