Chapter 1. My Friends And I
_ CHAPTER ONE. MY FRIENDS AND I
"Hark! the bells of Saint Michael‘s are sending forth a jovial peal!" exclaimed Lancelot Kerridge, as he, Dick Harvey, and I were one day on board his boat fishing for mackerel, about two miles off the sea-port town of Lyme. "What they are saying I should mightily like to know, for depend on‘t it‘s something of importance. Haul in the lines, Ben!" he continued, addressing me； "and, Dick, put an oar out to windward. I‘ll take the helm. We shall fetch the Cob by keeping our luff."
The wind was off shore, but as we were to the westward of the Cob, and the tide was making in the same direction, we could easily fetch it. The water was smooth, the sea blue and bright as the eyes of sweet Cicely Kerridge, my friend Lancelot‘s young sister, while scarcely a cloud dimmed the clear sky overhead.
Lyme, then containing but one thousand inhabitants, where my two companions and I lived, is situated in Dorsetshire, near its w

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