The two lads shook hands.
Chapter Sixteen.
Land ho!
Two days passed, during which time Fitz kept to his cabin, and towards evening Poole came down, to find the middy seated with his back to the door gazing through the cabin-window at what seemed to be a beautiful blue cloud low-down on the horizon.
“Hullo!” cried Poole cheerily. “You can see it, then?”
“Yes,” said Fitz, without looking round. “That’s land, I suppose.”
“Yes, that’s one of the islands; but look here, what’s the good of going on like this?”
“If I choose to sit at my prison-window and look out for the islands, I suppose I have a right to do so,” said Fitz coldly.