“D’ye see anything, Ed?”
“There’s plenty of ’em, cap, I guess.”
“Can you hear ’em? Lay your head on the ground.”
“The wash of the sea’s too loud. I can’t hear nothing.”
“They’re coming from the town, are they?”
“Sure.”
“Is there a road at the back of that wood?” Margaret asked.
“No, sir. I guess not. The Dagoes use the beach as a road.”
“Yes,” said a seaman. “They go to Covenas. A town along there. They always go by the beach.”
“Do you know this place, then?”