"My girl here, or Solomon, must show you them to-morrow, for they need a bit of explanation.

Sol knows all about them.

Don't you, Sol ?" "Oh yes; _I_ know," answered Solomon, doggedly; "but nobody won't go up to the castle to-morrow, I reckon, with this sou'wester a-blowing." "It is a wild night, indeed," said Richard, putting aside the curtain, and looking out through the shutterless window.

"The clouds are driving by at a frightful speed." "Ay, and it ain't only the clouds," said Trevethick, filling his pipe, and speaking with great gravity; "the Flying Dutchman was seen off the point not two hours ago." "By old Madge, I suppose ?" observed Solomon, derisively.
"Yes, by old Madge," retorted the landlord, sturdily.

"She as knew our life-boat was lost last year with all hands long before she drove into Turlock Bay, bottom upward." "But how was that ?" inquired Richard, with interest.
"Well, Sir, it was this way," said Trevethick.