It was not long reaching the cutter, whose sails were hoisted rapidly, and, filling as they were sheeted home, the graceful vessel began to glide away from the shore, and soon afterwards was careening over and heading for the west in pursuit of the lugger or luggers, whichever it might be.
"There, my lads," said my father, "you may go and look for your companion.

He can come down safely now." "Will the cutter come back, father ?" I said.
"I daresay it will, to see if Uggleston's lugger returns; but I don't think the lugger will, and certainly Uggleston will not dare to return here to live for some time to come." "Then what's to become of Bigley ?" cried Bob Chowne.
"His father must settle that, my lad." "But till he does, father ?" I said.

"Will he stay here ?" "Certainly, my boy.

Why not?
His father rents the cottage, and his son has a perfect right there." "You will not turn him out, then, because his father is a smuggler ?" "I always try to be a just man, Sep," replied my father quietly.
"Ahoy!" came from high up over our heads, and, looking up there, we could see Bigley standing on the highest part of the headland waving his cap.
"Come down!" shouted Bob and I in a breath, and he heard us, gave his cap another wave, and disappeared.
He was not long in scrambling down to us, my father stopping till he came up looking very much abashed.
"Well, sir," said my father sternly.

"What have you to say for yourself for striking one of his majesty's officers ?" Bigley's manner changed directly, his face flushed and he set his teeth as he raised his head boldly.
"He called my father a dog and a thief," cried Bigley fiercely, "and-- and--I don't want to offend you, Captain Duncan, but I couldn't stand by and hear him without doing something." "And you did do something, my lad," said my father, holding out his hand--"a very risky something.