Chapter 42 No.42

A quaint old red-sandstone town; the river-harbour crowded with small craft, but now and again, like a Triton among the minnows, a timber-brig or a trading-barque driven in by stress of weather. When the tide went out-as it did seemingly with no intention of coming back, it went so far-the long level sands were spotted with groups of fisherfolk, wh