It's--' 'Hold your tongue!' shouted the skipper.

And the man held it.
The laden boat was rowed slowly round the end of the island, and was made fast in one of the two great harbours that lay inside a long breakwater.

The harbour was full of all sorts of ships, so that Cyril and Robert enjoyed themselves much more than their sisters.

The breakwater and the quays were heaped with bales and baskets, and crowded with slaves and sailors.

Farther along some men were practising diving.
'That's jolly good,' said Robert, as a naked brown body cleft the water.
'I should think so,' said the skipper.