“Yes, I s’pose so, my lad, and you know what she’s hanging about this coast for?”
“I don’t for certain,” replied Aleck, “but I shouldn’t be a bit surprised if the captain wanted to press a few likely lads, if he could get hold of them.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t, wouldn’t you? I s’pose not,” said the man, in a sneering tone.
“Why, anybody would guess that.”
“P’raps they would and p’raps they wouldn’t, my lad; but, of course, you don’t know that there’s the little Revenue cutter that’s looking out for any little bit of smuggling going on?”
“Why, what nonsense you’re talking, Eben! Of course I knew.”
“Yes, of course you did, my lad; and you’ve got a spy-glass, haven’t you!”
“No; but I use my uncle’s.”
“That’s right; and when them two vessels come into sight ’smorning you got the glass out to see what they were?”
“Yes; directly.”