I'm sure it happened up at Mardykes.

I took the bearings on the water myself from Glads Scaur to Mardykes Jetty, and from the George and Dragon sign down here--down to the white house under Forrick Fells.

I could fix a buoy over the very spot.

Some one here told me the bearings, I'd take my oath, where the body was seen; and yet no boat could ever come up with it; and that was queer, you know, so I clapt it down in my log." "Ay, sir, there _was_ some flummery like that, Captain," said Turnbull; "for folk will be gabbin'.

But 'twas his grandsire was talked o', not him; and 'twould play the hangment wi' me doun here, if 'twas thought there was stories like that passin' in the George and Dragon.' "Well, his grandfather; 'twas all one to him, I take it." "There never was no proof, Captain, no more than smoke; and the family up at Mardykes wouldn't allow the king to talk o' them like that, sir; for though they be lang deod that had most right to be angered in the matter, there's none o' the name but would be half daft to think 'twas still believed, and he full out as mich as any.