"Dolly, sir."
"And Dolly in the way! And Dolly——"
"She've gone blind, sir. An' her cheek, sir—an' one ear, sir——"
"Blowin' up, sir. There's a scud. An' the moon——"
"You didn't cross the Bight? Why not?"
"'Tis rotten from shore t' shore. I'd not try the Bight, sir, the night."
"No?"
"No, sir." The boy was very grave.
"Mm-m."