"And below?"
"The sea, again, old fellow."
"To the right?"
"The sea, the sea—the open sea, old fellow. Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink. At least it would be an awful drop to get at it."
"Can you see any thing to the right?"
"Water only."
"Is that all?"
"Yes—hallo!"
Some thing fell.
A roll of some thing white and soft dropped at Harry Girdwood's feet, and he hastened to pick it up.