This stuff is good enough, when rolled up, for cigars, and it does well enough in hookahs; but I would give all this pound for a couple of pipes of pigtail, which is the tobacco we smoked at sea." Again Dick's heart beat rapidly.

This man must have been a sailor.

He could not restrain himself from speaking.
"Have you been a sailor, then ?" he asked.
"Ay, I was a sailor, though it is many years ago, now, since I saw the sea." "We got some English tobacco at Madras," Dick said, not hesitating for once at telling an untruth.

"We sold most of it to the Feringhee soldiers, on our way up, but I think I have got a little of it still left somewhere in the pack.

I am too busy to look for it now, and we shall soon be going to show our goods to the officers' wives; but if you can come here at nine o'clock, I may have looked it out for you." "I can't come at nine," the man said, "for at half-past eight I am shut up for the night." "Come at eight, then," Dick said.