"Where away?"
"Three points off the port bow."
Glasses were leveled in the direction indicated, and the jackies on the forecastle, who had heard the cry, lined the rail, scanning the horizon with shaded eyes. But the land was too far away to be seen from where they were standing.
"There it is!" cried Dan, half an hour later, as a thin blue line appeared to rise from the sea off the port bow. "What land is it?"
"Spain, I reckon," answered a shipmate. "Leastwise, it was Spain when I was along here last time."
"Spain, did he say?" questioned Hickey.
"Yes."
For a few moments the Battleship Boys gazed in silence. It was their first glimpse of the shores of that far-away country. After a time the rocky shores grew into plain sight.
"That is Portugal over there," said a boatswain's mate. "We ought to sight Lisbon before dark."
Dan and Sam looked into each other's eyes.