"Come across the Bight?"
The boy stared. "No, sir. A cat couldn't cross the Bight the night, sir. 'Tis all rotten. I come alongshore by Mad Harry an' Thank-the-Lord. I dropped through all of a sudden, sir, in Thank-the Lord Cove."
"Who's sick?"
"Uncle Joe's gun went off, sir."
Doctor Luke rose. "Uncle Joe's gun went off! Who was in the way?"
"Dolly, sir."
"And Dolly in the way! And Dolly——"
"She've gone blind, sir. An' her cheek, sir—an' one ear, sir——"
"What's the night?"
"Blowin' up, sir. There's a scud. An' the moon——"