he had been wrong in going to Cornwall, since it stood to reason that Plymouth, far more than any other, would be the haven at which the Thetis would aim, because she would be so much more likely to fall in with other vessels from whom she might gain the help she could not fail to require if she yet survived. It was his intention to proceed in any little vessel he might be able to hire on the dart, but the weather was stormy; so he proceeded to Plymouth, and the following morning found him as it had often done before, wandering about Ramehead, asking questions of the pilchard curers, walking or riding, as he supposed was most conducive to extending his vision over the plain of rolling billows before him.
"Zur, zur," cried a pretty young woman, with whose husband he had held many consultations, "doan't ee mount ageen, doan't ee, till I've show'd ee the very thing ye want. I seed un in the trough not bye a minute agon, and ye'll now see him yerself; there he be, a hull and no better wi' neer a stick about un, but a mighty grand un for all that."
"Where is James's Sally? where is the boat? I think you're right—yes, yes! there is a ship dismasted, helpless, very large."
"Zure, zur, my eyes bean't use to deceave nobody. James is down there, if yer zarvant gallops quick, he may easily stop him; he's a putten up the
