"Here, Blacksmith, lend me your glass a minute; it's stronger than mine." "Ho, ho!" laughed Barkins.

"His! The wapping whacker! Why, it's a miserable slopshop second-hand thing.

You should have had mine.

That was something like, before you spoiled it." "Here you are," said Smith, lending me his glass.

"It's worth a dozen of his old blunderbuss." I took the glass and had a good long inspection of the large barque, which lay heeled over on the outlying reef of one of the many islands, and could distinctly see the fine curl of smoke rising up from the deck somewhere about the forecastle.
"Make out any one on board, Mr Herrick ?" said a sharp voice behind me, and I started round, to find that my companions had gone forward, and the first lieutenant was behind me with his spyglass under his arm and his face very eager and stern.
"No, sir; not a soul." "Nor signals ?" "None." "No more can I," my lad.