"Yes. He said he'd go along the shore, and hunt for lobsters."
"The shore? What shore?"
"Why, away up thar," said the captain, pointing towards the headland at the upper end of the village.
"How long since?"
"Wal, jest arter breakfast. It must hev ben afore seven."
"It's strange that he hasn't got back."
"Yes; he'd ought to be back by this time."
"He can't get any lobsters now; the tide is too high."
"That's a fact."
They waited half an hour. The rising tide already touched the Antelope's keel.