Why don't you light your cigar, major ?" "Don't tempt me, man, I'm going to practise chewing.

Have this other half.

Will you chew it ?" "No," said Mr Gregory, taking out a little silver matchbox; "I've plenty of lights, quite dry." He struck one, and the two men lit their half cigars and sat in the sun smoking, while Mark watched them, the sun begetting a delicious sense of content and satisfaction, making him half-close his eyes as he listened to their conversation.
"Where are we, major! Can't exactly say.

Small coral island somewhere near the track of ships to the east." "It must be a good-sized coral island," said the major, "for there seems to be quite a mountain yonder." "Can't be the mainland," said Gregory.

"Yes, you're right.