"Don't trust him."
"Trust whom?"
"Terry. I may be wrong, but if ever a fellow's eyes looked one thing
and meant another, his did this evening."
"Fancy. He's beaten, and he has given in, and so, I dare say, we shall
be fairly good friends for the future."
"Perhaps so," said Roylance, dryly; "but I say, don't trust him all the
same. Keep on your guard."
"Can't. Impossible; and I couldn't go on suspecting every one I saw."
"No, not every one--this one."
"Never mind that. Don't suppose I shall have any cause to distrust
him."
"I hope you will not," said Roylance, prophetically.
"Come along."
"Where? It will be impossible to stand out of shelter."
"We are not going to. Ah, here is Strake. Now then, have you got your
men ready?"
"Ay, ay, sir; but won't you alter your mind about the pistols?"
"Certainly not. Use your fists, and take the creature, whatever it is,
alive."
"Ay, ay, sir," said Strake; and leading the way down to the lower gun,
the men were posted among the rocks, and in the midst of the utter
darkness, with the dull roar of wind and sea coming in a deep murmur,
the watch was commenced.