"I shouldn't wonder if the niggers were up to some mischief there.

Ah! just so," he exclaimed, adjusting the telescope a little more correctly, and again applying it to his eye.

"They seem to be scuffling on the top of yonder precipice.

Now there's one fellow down; but it's so far off that I can't make out clearly what they're about.

I say, Mr.Scraggs, get the other glass and take a squint at them; you are further sighted than I am." "You're right: they are killin' one another up yonder," observed Scraggs, surveying the group on the cliffs with calm indifference.
"Here comes the breeze," exclaimed Manton, with a look of satisfaction.
"Now, look alive, lads; we shall be close on the nigger village in five minutes: it's just round the point of this small island close ahead.
Come, Mr.Scraggs, we've other business on hand just now than squinting at the scrimmages of these fellows." "Hold on," cried Scraggs, with a grin; "I do believe they're going to pitch a fellow over that cliff.