"Is it copper ?" "Look for yourselves," said Melick, quietly.
They all looked, and could see, where the knife had cut into the vessel, that it was as he said.

It was copper.
"It's foreign work," said Melick.

"In England we make tin cans for everything.

It may be something that's drifted out from Mogadore or some port in Morocco." "In that case," said Oxenden, "it may contain the mangled remains of one of the wives of some Moorish pasha." By this time they had reached the yacht and hurried aboard.

All were eager to satisfy their curiosity.