He looked at Alfred and addressed him, although he could not do so by his name, as he had never heard it.
"I beg your pardon, sir; but if you'd like to make money, sir, I'll lay you the price of this day's work to a brass button you never see that torch again, and I'll lie by to watch for it until the ebb is done."
Alfred did not answer. His eyes had been raised for a few moments, and were now firmly fixed on the plain of the Black Rock. Jerry was peering intently into the jaws of the Whale's Mouth. Phelan was looking into Alfred's face to see the effect of his offer.
"Jerry!" cried Alfred, abruptly.
"What?" asked Jerry, without moving his eyes from the cavern.
"There's some one on the Black Rock."
"Good heavens!" exclaimed O'Brien, looking up. "Not Fahey?"
"No," said Alfred. "It's Mrs. Davenport!"