"That is high up, I should think," they heard the former say.
"Yes, higher than the tops of these trees," replied Arthur.

"I was relating some of the incidents of one of my voyages at sea," he continued, addressing himself to Frank.

"I was telling Archie how I used to stand on the very top of the mast and look out for whales." "Which mast ?" asked Frank.
"Why, the middle mast, of course.

What's the matter with you ?" he added, turning suddenly upon Archie, who seemed to be on the point of strangling.
"Nothing," was the reply, "only something got stuck in my throat." Arthur had taken up a dangerous subject when he began to talk about nautical matters; for they were something in which Frank and his cousin had always been interested, and were well posted.

Archie lived in a sea-port town, and, although he had never been a sailor, he knew the names of all the ropes, and could talk as "salt" as any old tar.