Thence, we transferred our attention to the captain's quarters on the starboard side.

Using the blankets for a basket, we sent up the books, instruments, and clothes to swell our growing midden on the deck; and then Nares, going on hands and knees, began to forage underneath the bed.

Box after box of Manilla cigars rewarded his search.

I took occasion to smash some of these boxes open, and even to guillotine the bundles of cigars; but quite in vain--no secret cache of opium encouraged me to continue.
"I guess I've got hold of the dicky now!" exclaimed Nares, and turning round from my perquisitions, I found he had drawn forth a heavy iron box, secured to the bulkhead by chain and padlock.

On this he was now gazing, not with the triumph that instantly inflamed my own bosom, but with a somewhat foolish appearance of surprise.
"By George, we have it now!" I cried, and would have shaken hands with my companion; but he did not see, or would not accept, the salutation.
"Let's see what's in it first," he remarked dryly.