"We are seeing things for sure, aren't we, eh?" grinned Hickey.
"Yes; it is a wonderful experience, well worth all the hardships we have gone through."
"I wonder if they are going to stop?"
"I don't know. Do we make port anywhere along here?" Dan asked of the boatswain's mate.
"I don't know. The captain hasn't taken me into his confidence yet."
"Can you blame him?" came back Dan Davis, quick as a flash.
"Look here, Little Dynamite, don't get fresh," answered the boatswain's mate, with a good-natured laugh. "I'll tell you, though, that it is more than likely that we'll tie up to a tree somewhere along here. We need some repairs after the banging around we've been having for the last two weeks. We'll have a field day when we do, and don't you forget that."
"I don't want that kind of a field day," spoke up Sam. "Field day aboard ship means work, and lots of it."
"Lisbon lies off yonder, in that depression in the shore line that you can make out if your eyes are good, boys," said the boatswain's mate, pointing off the port bow.
"I see it, I see it," cried Sam.