"They ought not to have stirred; it's playing at dog and the shadow.

Here have we brought the substance, and they are snapping at the reflection." "Mr Brooke!" I said in a whisper.
"All right, my boy; don't be down-hearted.

It's the fortune of sea life.

Here we are, tired, hungry, and hot, with a badly leaking boat, and a far from friendly place to land in and get her repaired." "But they can't have gone far," I said.
"I don't know, my lad.

Had some news of pirates, perhaps.