“Often, sir, and in a bigger boat than this.”
“Could you steer us safe through?”
The smuggler laughed.
“My father taught me to do it, sir, when I was a little boy.”
“It would save an hour?”
“Quite, sir.”
“What do you say, Tom? Would you go?”
“Me, sir? I’d go anywhere as Eben Megg dared to steer.”
“But it is so dark,” said Aleck, hesitating.
“The breaking water makes it lighter, sir, and the sea brimes to-night out yonder. Look, we’re getting to where it flashes, where it breaks!”