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the sand, and giving ear, now to the rude, potent, and boding voices of
the gale, and now to the hoarse singing of the shipmen in a neighbouring
tavern, soon forgot his immediate surroundings and concerns in the
agreeable recollection of Lord Foxham's promise.
He was disturbed by a touch upon his shoulder. It was Lawless, pointing
to a small ship that lay somewhat by itself, and within but a little of
the harbour mouth, where it heaved regularly and smoothly on the entering
swell. A pale gleam of winter sunshine fell, at that moment, on the
vessel's deck, relieving her against a bank of scowling cloud; and in
this momentary glitter Dick could see a couple of men hauling the skiff
alongside.
"
There, sir," said Lawless, "mark ye it well! There is the ship for
to-night."
Presently the skiff put out from the vessel's side, and the two men,
keeping her head well to the wind, pulled lustily for shore. Lawless
turned to a loiterer.
"
How call ye her?" he asked, pointing to the little vessel.
"They call her the Good Hope, of Dartmouth," replied the loiterer. "Her
captain, Arblaster by name. He pulleth the bow oar in yon skiff."
This was all that Lawless wanted. Hurriedly thanking the man, he moved
round the shore to a certain sandy creek, for which the skiff was
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