"Hullo!"
"Something in sight; on our weather-bow."
"What is it?"
"Looks like a mast. No. Don't know what it is."
"Point."
The sailor pointed with his finger.
Captain Moreland ordered the ship's course to be altered accordingly. By this time General Rolleston was on deck. The ship ran two miles on the new course; and all this time the topman's glass was leveled, and the crew climbed about the rigging all eyes and ears.
At last the clear hail came down.
"I can make it out now, sir."
"What is it?