"Well, I meant point in a manner of speaking. The light's at Luscombe; any one can see that."
"More like at Totley."
"I say Luscombe, Mr. Babbage," was the stubborn rejoinder.
"Totley, I say, and what I say I stick to, as brother Sol says."
"Ahoy, there!" called Jack from amidships. "What do you make of that light, Babbage?"
"Some one showing a signal from Totley, sir, two miles t'other side of Luscombe."
"No, it can't be at Totley. That's round a bend of the shore. It's at or near Luscombe itself. A smugglers' signal, eh?"
"Like as not, sir. They've been too quiet of late: a sure sign of something brewing, like a calm after a storm, as brother Sol might say."
"I'm pretty sure it's at Luscombe. But 'twill be rather hard to determine exactly in the darkness. Run her in a little toward shore, so that we can take a look at things."
A few minutes later the dim outlines of two prominent cliffs to the northeast and west-north-west respectively could be seen. Jack saw that he could determine the general direction of the light by those two well-known landmarks. Accordingly he ordered the cutter to be hove to; he then took its position with reference to the two cliffs, and the angle of the light. When this was done he went below and reported to Lieutenant Blake, who was enjoying a nap in his tiny cabin.