It is the _Saucy Lass_--old Jonas's lugger, and it looks big through the fog." Just then in the coming grey dawn I saw another patch rise up, following a creaking noise, and I could make out that it was a third sail, when I knew that it could not be the _Saucy Lass_, but must be a stranger.
I was so glad, for Bigley's sake, that my heart gave quite a heavy throb; and, unless I was very much deceived, I heard my father draw a long breath like a sigh of relief.
As we gazed at the sails and the dark hull in the increasing light, everything looked so strange and indistinct that it seemed impossible for it all to be real.

The sails began to fill, and the vessel glided silently away without a voice on board being heard, till it was so far-off that my father said: "I think we may begin to talk, my lads, now." "I say, sir," cried Bob excitedly, "weren't those smugglers ?" "I cannot say," replied my father coldly.
"Let's get down now and look," said Bob.
"I think," said my father, "that we had better leave everything alone, and, as soon as the tide will allow us, get home to breakfast.

You, Bob Chowne, if I were you, I should keep my own counsel about this, and you too, Sep." I noticed that he did not say anything to Bigley, who was kneeling down gazing after the vessel in the mist which was dying away about the land, and appeared to be going off with the vessel, surrounding it and trying to hide it from those on shore, as with the faint breeze and the swift tide it glided rapidly away.
Soon after there was a warm glow high up in the east.

Then hundreds of tiny clouds began to fleck the sky with orange, the sea became glorious with gold and blue, the sun peeped above the edge, and it was day once more, with the vessel a couple of miles away going due west..