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He tapped his breast and rising without another word strode off across the sand-hills with his head down and his hands clasped beneath his coat-tails, which flapped in the wind as he went. Taffy ran and overtook Bill Udy and the mare. "He's in a wisht poor state, id'n a'?" said Bill Udy, who was parish clerk. "Bless 'ee, tidn' no manner of use. His father before en was took in just the same way.
"Cast over them corks, Sim Udy! How much rope have 'ee got, Jim?" He began to strip as he spoke. "Lashins," answered Jim Lewarne. "Splice it up, then, an' hitch a dozen corks along it." "Zeb, Zeb!" cried his father, "What be 'bout?" "Swimmin'," answered Zeb, who by this time had unlaced his boots. "The notion! Look here, friends take a look at the bufflehead!
The panting voice belonged to Sam Udy son of old Bill Udy a labourer at Tresedder. "I'll go at once," said Mr. Raymond. "Run you for the coast-guard!" The oilskins went by the window; the side gate clashed to. "Is it a wreck?" cried Taffy. "May I go with you?" "Yes, there may be a message to run with."
Bishop coming to consecrate it, is he? Consecrate my furnitcher? I'll see you and your bishop to blazes first!" A heap of shattered timber came flying through the porch. "Your church, hey? Your church?" The crowd fell back and Mr. Raymond stood in the doorway, between Bill Udy and Jim the Huntsman. Bill Udy held a brazen ewer and paten, and Jim a hammer; and Mr.
"Yes," she panted, speaking very faintly, "I was over there by the bulwarks, and suddenly I felt queer a faintness I looked over and saw you I called the first person I saw. I wanted help." William Udy was puzzled. He had not noticed any pallor in the face that had looked down on him from the ship's side. On the contrary, he seemed to remember that it struck him as remarkably fresh and rosy.
An hour passed, or a little more, and then Old Tom Udy asked when I thought of returning. "'Why, bless the man, said I, 'we've not had a bite yet! "He glanced at me furtively while he lit a pipe. 'I reckoned, maybe, you might have business ashore, so to speak. "'What earthly business should I have in Polreen at this hour? "'Aw, well . . . you know best . . . no affair o' mine.
They looked at him, and he looked at them. I suppose a word or two was said; half a dozen of them spat reflectively; nobody moved. Old Tom Udy came down the beach again; we embarked and pushed off, and the row of expressionless faces watched us from the shore. "In silence we visited the famous caverns. As we emerged from the last of these I essayed some casual talk.
Harr us, O Lord, and be debonair: for ours is a particular case. We are not like the men of St. Neot or the men of St. Udy, who are for ever importuning Thee upon the least occasion, praying at all hours and every day of the week. Thou knowest it is only with extreme cause that we bring ourselves to trouble Thee. Therefore regard our moderation in time past, and be instant to help us now. Amen.
The chant ceased. For at least a couple of minutes nothing happened; and then St. Piran's bald head was thrust cautiously forward over the summit. "Holy St. Petroc! Was it only you, after all? And St. Neot and St. Udy O, glory be!" "Why, who did you imagine we were?" St. Petroc asked, still in amazement.
"Ay, I was a low feller, first along," answered Sim Udy, grinning. "'Sich common notions, Sim, as you do entertain! was my wife's word." "Well, souls, we was a bit tiddlywinky last Michaelmas, when the Young Susannah came ashore, that I must own. Folks blamed the Pa'son for preachin' agen it the Sunday after.
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