“Come along.”
“Where? It will be impossible to stand out of shelter.”
“We are not going to. Ah, here is Strake. Now then, have you got your men ready?”
“Ay, ay, sir; but won’t you alter your mind about the pistols?”
“Certainly not. Use your fists, and take the creature, whatever it is, alive.”
“Ay, ay, sir,” said Strake; and leading the way down to the lower gun, the men were posted among the rocks, and in the midst of the utter darkness, with the dull roar of wind and sea coming in a deep murmur, the watch was commenced.
Chapter Thirty.
It was strange work keeping that watch, and Syd could not help feeling a sensation of dread master him at times. He knew that Roylance was close at hand, that he had but to speak and the old boatswain would come to him, while the men were scattered here and there; but all the same it was terribly lonely.