And they loads them so different, that they do." Before the others had well finished laughing at him, it became his turn to laugh at them.

The wind was in the east, and the weather set fair, and but for the sea-mist the power of the sun would have been enough to dazzle all beholders.

Already this vapour was beginning to clear off, coiling up in fleecy wisps above the glistening water, but clinging still to any bluff or cliff it could lay hold on.
"Halloa, Jem! Where be going of now ?" shouted one or two voices from the Oar-stone point, the furthest outlook of the Havenhead hill.
"To see them Frenchy hoppers get a jolly hiding," Jem Prater replied, without easing his sculls.

He was John Prater's nephew, of the "Darling Arms," and had stopped behind the fishing to see his uncle's monthly beer in.

"You can't see up there, I reckon, the same as I do here.
One English ship have got a job to tackle two Crappos.