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About the time when Nanty was dropping from the wall into the stable-yard of the Merry Mouth, the cutter of that name was moving with the tide up a dark channel among mudflats over which the waters were steadily rising.
The Merry Mouth had crossed the bar with the flood, its only piece of good fortune on the voyage. For, though the wind had not moved from the northwest, it had threatened to die away altogether. Off Flamborough Head the boat had lain becalmed for the better part of a day, and no seamanship of Eben Garnock's had been able to conjure up a breeze. The result had been black depression on the part of Harry Belses, and explosive irritation on the part of Sir Turnour. Eben, accustomed to the fickleness of the sea, had sucked his pipe in silence, and Mr Dott, who had never before embarked on salt water, and had dreaded nausea, had been sunk in deep bodily content.