He managed to get into the chair, where he panted in a state of collapse.

In a few minutes he roused himself.

The boy held the end of the telescope against one of the veranda scantlings, while the man gazed through it at the sea.

At last he picked up the white sails of the schooner and studied them.
"No _Jessie_," he said very quietly.

"That's the _Malakula_." He changed his seat for a steamer reclining-chair.