I s'pose that's a French boat too!" He pointed to another about a mile behind.
"No," I said; "that looks like a big yacht or a cutter.

I shouldn't wonder if it's a revenue cutter." "Well, you are a clever chap," said Bob mockingly--"setting up for a sailor, and don't know any more about it than an old cuckoo." "I know what our old Sam and my father and Binnacle Bill have taught me," I said quietly.
"No, you don't--you don't know anything only how to be surly and disagreeable to your visitors." "I say, Bob," I said, "is it true what people say ?" "I don't care what people say." "Why, that your father gives you so much physic that it makes you sour ?" I repented saying it directly, for Bob stopped short.

"Want me to chuck you off the cliff ?" he said fiercely.
"No, that I don't," I said, pretending to be horribly frightened.
"Because, just you look here--" "Ahoy--oy!" "Ahoy--oy! Ahoy--oy!" I shouted back in answer to the faint cry that came from below, where we could see Bigley waving his hat.
It was easier work for us to go down the precipitous slope than for him to climb up; but he did not seem to study that for he came eagerly towards us, while we slipped and scrambled down, ignoring the path, which was a quarter of a mile away.
Bob did not speak as we were scrambling down, and the exertion made him forget his ill-temper, so that he was a little more amiable when we came within speaking distance of Bigley.
"Going to the drill ?" he shouted; and then without waiting for an answer, "So am I.

Has your father come back, Sep ?" "Come back!" I said.

"What do you mean?
He came on here." "Yes," said Bigley; "and then he got our boat and went off in her--so Mother Bonnet said.