“And how will that be for them?”
“It’ll drift ’em back.”
“In which direction?”
“Wal, sir, it would take a man with a head as long as a hoss, tail and all, to answer that there pint. Lor’ bless you, in this here bay there’s no knowin’ where the tide ‘ll drift a man.”
“If it weren’t for the fog, there’d be no danger,” said Mr. Long, musingly.
“That there’s an ondeniable fact, at any rate.”
“Do you think the fog will continue?”
Captain Corbet screwed his head round in the direction of the wind, and drew up his face into a most extraordinary grimace.
“Well, I rayther think,” said he, slowly, “that you’ve got me there.”
“You don’t know, then, anything about it,” said Mr. Long, impatiently.