I took a look now and then towards my neighbour, but he was deep in his hidey-hole.

Most of the time I kept my glasses on Ranna, and watched the doings of the _Tobermory_.

She was tied up at the jetty, but seemed in no hurry to unload.

I watched the captain disembark and walk up to a house on the hillside.

Then some idlers sauntered down towards her and stood talking and smoking close to her side.