"What are you laughing at?"
"You: telling me to be so quiet, and sending the lead in with a splash like that."
"Don't matter; it's only at the top. The fish deep down won't notice it. Look! it is deep too," for the line went on running out as the lead descended, and Lance seated himself to wait, with a self-satisfied look upon his countenance.
"I like fishing in the still water," he said. "You see if I don't soon get hold of something big."
"P'raps," said Hezz; "but I never caught anything here."
"Ah, you don't know everything. I say, what's that vessel out yonder?"
"Chasse-marée," said Hezz, shading his eyes to look at the long three-masted lugger with a display of interest.
"No, no; the one with all the white sails set."
"Rev'nue cutter," said Hezz shortly; and proof of his words was given the next minute, for there was a white puff of smoke seen to dart out from her bows, and a dull thud echoed from the cliff.
"Why, she's after that long lugger. She's a smuggler," cried Lance excitedly. "Is there going to be a fight?"