"Yes, father."
"He came to tell me that an old friend was dead, and that in his last hours he had expressed a wish that I should take care of his child."
"Yes, father; what then?"
"She started to come here by boat, and should have arrived in our little landing-place by this. Hark! that's another signal for help. Come, Roger; where's Wilfred."
"Wilfred cannot help on such a night as this, especially as his brother hurt him so yesterday," said my mother, who had just come into the room.
"Come, let us go alone, then, Roger," said my father.
We hurried down to the little harbour, where a dozen hardy Cornishmen were preparing to launch a boat on the angry sea.
"Not gone yet, men?" said my father.
"No, Maaster Trewinion, and ted'n no good. We should be knocked to pieces in two minutes," said one.
"But we're goin' to have a try," said another.