human
Ah, Pickle, my lad! You had better stop in the shade. I don't want you to be getting any head trouble in this torrid sun.
gpt
Oh, I am all right, uncle; but the men want to begin fishing or doing something again, keeping cool.
human
Too hot till towards evening, my boy, replied the doctor.
gpt
But look here; you were saying only the other day how strange it was that we saw so few vessels. Well, here's one at all events--a three-master.
human
Oh, whereabouts, uncle?
gpt
Away to the west yonder, hull down. There, take the glass.
human
Out here I am not going to give an opinion, but if we were in the garden at home in the look-out I should say that was a man-of-war coming into Plymouth port.
gpt
Yes, that she is, uncle,
human
A man-of-war--that she is! said Uncle Paul quietly.
gpt
That sounds ridiculous, Pickle. But one has to give way to custom.
human
Yes, said Rodd--
gpt
Not big enough for a frigate, my boy. A sloop of war, I should think. Now, what can she be doing down here?
human
I know, uncle, cried the boy excitedly--
gpt
Ah, very likely, cried Uncle Paul.
human
I shouldn't be surprised. We are pretty near to that neighbourhood; and if she is it's quite likely that she'll overhaul us. Ah, here's Captain Chubb coming up. Look here, skipper!