Two exactly similar came in response. "I knew he would be," cried Dick; "but he'll be very angry, I suppose." "Uncle Abram will be there too, I should say," said Will quietly. "Why, your father won't be angry, my lad," said Josh after a few minutes' thought. "If he be it'll be with Josh, which is me, for not keeping a bright lookout. He can't row you for being run down, for you wasn't neither captain nor the crew. Hillo! ahoy--ah!" he answered in return to a hail. "I say!" said Dick suddenly; "the lights are going the other way." "Right, my lad; and so they have been this quarter hour past." "Why's that?" said Dick. "Because the tide's ebbing fast." "And what does that mean?" cried Dick. "As if they didn't overhaul us we should be carried out to sea." "But will they find us, Will?" "No fear of that. See how plain the light's getting. Ahoy--ah! ahoy-- ah! They're not above a quarter of a mile away." Soon after the dipping of the oars could be seen as they threw up the lambent light in flashes, while an ever-widening track of sparkling water was plain to the eyes. Then the voices came asking questions. "Ahoy! Who's aboard there?" "Young gent Dick!" yelled Josh back. "Who else?" "Will Marion!" "Who else? Is that Josh?" "Ahoy, lad!" "Hurrah!" came from the boat three times, and the oars made the water flash again as they were more vigorously plied. "That's your sort, Master Dick!" cried Josh. "That's Cornish, that is! They chaps is as glad at finding us as--as--as--" "We should be at finding them," said Will. "Ay; that's it!" And so it seemed, for a few minutes more and the boat was alongside, and the wet and shivering fishers were seated in the stern-sheets, wrapped in oilskins and great-coats, their boat made fast behind, and Dick's hand tight in that of his father, who said no word of reproach; while, after a long pull against tide, with the boat towing behind, they were landed at the head of the little harbour, where a crowd of the simple-hearted folk, many having lanthorns, saluted them with a hearty cheer, and any amount of hospitality bright have been theirs. For these dwellers by the sea, who follow their daily toil upon the treacherous waters, are always ready with their help, to give or take in the brotherly way that has long been known in the fishing villages upon the Cornish shores. CHAPTER FOURTEEN. DICK TEMPLE FINDS IT UNPLEASANT FOR ANOTHER TO LEARN TO SMOKE. There was too much to do in seeing that Dick was not likely to suffer from his long exposure for his father to say much to him that night. But there was a little conversation between Dick and Arthur, who slept in the same room. It was after the candle was out, Arthur having received strict injunctions to go quietly to bed and not disturb his brother, who was said to be in a nice sleep and perspiring well.