But this one,--My God, it gives me the creeps, that crack in the earth does." "Umph!" said Mr.Mott, his elbows on the rail beside the young man, his chin in his hands.

He was looking down at the water.

"Captain Trigger is planning to send a couple of boats outside to survey the coast.

I dare say he'll be asking you to go out in one of them.

You're a civil engineer and so he feels--" "Excuse me, Mr.Mott, but what's the sense of sending boats out to explore the coast before we find out how big the island is ?" "What's the sense?
Why, how are we to find out how big the island is unless we make the circuit of it?
And how in thunder are we to find out that there isn't a village or some sort of trading port on it--What are you pointing up there for ?" Percival's finger was levelled at the top of the higher half of the bisected mountain.
"See that hill, Mr.Mott?
Well, unless we're on a darned sight bigger island than I think we are, we can see from one end of it to the other from the top of that hill.