Let's get on, I'm growing hungry, and beginning to think of dinner, a cigar, a good rest, and a bathe in that delicious-looking sea.

By the way, the clouds are gathering about the top of that mountain.

I hope we shall have no storm to-night.

Why, Mark, the pigeons are gone! I hung them upon that branch." Mark turned from gazing at the clouds, which seemed to be forming about the cone away to his right, and was obliged to confess that the pigeons were gone.
"Savage, or some animal," said the major, peering cautiously round.
"Would it be a big bird--eagle or vulture ?" said Mark.

"I saw one fly over." "Might be," replied the major.