Along the whole beach, however, up and down, there appeared no sign of human life. Anxiously they looked, hoping to see some human form, in some part of that long line of rock; but none was visible, and they looked at one another in silence.
"Wal, he don't turn up yet; that's clar," said Captain Corbet.
"We can see a great deal from here, too," said Bart, in a despondent tone.
"Ay, an that's jest what makes the wust of it. I thought that one look from a commandin pint would reveal the wanderer to our eyes."
"Perhaps he is crouching in among the rocks down there."
"Wal, I rayther think he'd manage to git up a leetle further out of the reach of the surf than all that."
"He may be farther on."
"True; an I dare say he is, too."
"There don't seem to be any place below these rocks, where he would be likely to be."
"No; I think that jest here he could climb up, as fur as that thar shelf, certain. He may be old an rheumatic, but he's able enough to climb that fur."