Tinned beef is cold eating, though; and salt water spoils biscuits; and the waves tumble and lollop much the same hour after hour--tumble and lollop all across the horizon.

Now a spray of seaweed floats past-now a log of wood.

Ships have been wrecked here.

One or two go past, keeping their own side of the road.

Timmy knew where they were bound, what their cargoes were, and, by looking through his glass, could tell the name of the line, and even guess what dividends it paid its shareholders.