“I suppose,” said Leonard, quite bravely, “there is not much chance of our escaping?”
“Not much,” said Captain Bland, laughing. “You’re going to kidnap us, aren’t you?”
“Well, I daresay that is just the word, young sir. And now, if you’re finished, we’ll march; the boat is waiting.”
Once on board the lugger, sail was set immediately, with neither noise nor shouting, and away southward through the darkness, with the stars overhead and the black waves all around, went the smuggler’s lugger Sea-horse.
Book One—Chapter Seven.
Life in the Lighthouse.
“The winds and the waves of ocean,
Had they a merry time?
Didst thou hear from those lofty chambers
The harp and the minstrel’s rhyme?
“The winds and the waves of ocean,
They rested quietly;
But I heard on the gale a sound of wail,
And tears came to mine eye.”
Longfellow.
