Mother.—"Don't be so bloody-minded. Hark! there is a scream!"
The captain looked out, applying an epithet to Mrs. Hargrave that only the exigency of the case could excuse. He said, "Here she comes, and I make no doubt the whole body of them after her. You'll find lots of bottles and kegs on the right hand side within the waterfall. Whatever you do think of water. Hang that woman she is coming straight away. I see those rascals close behind her, she'll be here in five minutes. Come, gang, oh gang yer ways, oh aye here she is, sailing like a mad woman."
Mother.—"Then you think we had better go at once to the rock."
Captain.—"Yes, yes, without a doubt. Ye'll get up without a soul seeing ye, and ye can kick in the brushwood weel. Now gang, gang yer ways, and when aince up, keep close as mice."
Schillie.—"I begin to think you have some nous in your head, June, thinking of that rock. It's so near the ship we may, perhaps, get off in the night."
Mother.—"Heaven grant it. How that woman screams."
Schillie.—"I should like to give her something to scream about, but you are loading yourself like a pack horse. Well done, Sybil; now, girls, scuttle about, take what's useful; whoever carries up anything not wanted will have to bring it back again in the teeth of the enemy."
Gatty.—"If you please, little Mother, may I stop behind for one minute, just to speak my mind to Hargrave."
Schillie.—"She won't be let in this hour, you ape. Now is our only time for getting up to the top of that rock; where we shall have a full view of the enemy all round."
Madame.—"Gracious heaven, preserve us all. What dangers have we not to endure from the frightful weakness of one woman."