A little farther out lay at anchor two or three frigates and some gun-boats.

Looking seaward, not a single sail broke the line of the horizon.
Returning into the town, they went up some small streets, entered a small eating-house, and asked for food, for the stock with which they had started four days before had been exhausted the previous evening.
The landlord served them, and as they were eating he entered into conversation with them.
"I suppose you have leave out of hospital for the day ?" "No," Dick said, "my comrade and I have got leave to go home to Poland till our wounds are cured." "Oh," the landlord said.

"You are Poles.

I thought you did not look quite like our men; but you speak Russian well for Poles.

There is a regiment of your countrymen in the town now, and some of them come in sometimes for a glass of brandy.