"I have noticed, though, that the officers on the bridge keep a constant lookout ashore.

See; two of them, even now, have their binoculars trained on the shore." "I don't see anything over there," replied Dalzell, "except a house or a small village here and there.

I looked through the binoculars a little while ago, and to me it appeared a country that was about nine-tenths swamp." "In the event of sending landing parties ashore," Dave hinted, "we might have to fight in one of those swamps.

When it comes to fighting in the tangles and mazes of a swamp, I fancy the Mexicans have had a whole lot more experience than we have had." "Why should we have to send landing parties so far from Vera Cruz ?" Dan demanded, opening his eyes.
"We're only forty or fifty miles east of Vera Cruz," Darrin went on.

"Danny boy, Vera Cruz is supposed to have a garrison, at present, of only about eight hundred of General Huerta's Mexican Federals.