After she had rambled to her heart's content, she returned to the cottage, and saw the captain at his apple-trees, knife in hand.
He made a signal to her to approach.
'Look here, maid,' said he; 'you can bear a letter, I suppose?'
'Where to?'
'To Beer.'
'Across the water?'
'Naturally. How else get there?'
'I can go there, certainly. It will not occupy many hours—perhaps two.'
'Do you know the Nutalls?—David Nutall?'
'There are several of the name. I do not know David.'