“And that depends upon individual taste, eh, Jack?” said the doctor.
“I suppose so,” said the lad.
“Bah! he’s going back again,” said the doctor to himself.
“Would you like to stop at Gibraltar and see the Rock and its fortifications, Jack?”
“No, father, thank you,” said the lad.
Sir John looked disappointed, but he said quietly—
“Then we’ll go right on, captain, according to your plans. Let’s see, what were they?”
“If you wish to get right away to the East, then I propose that we just touch at Gib, and stay long enough to fill up our water-tanks and take in fresh provisions and vegetables, run straight on to Naples, do the same there again, and then make for the Canal, unless you would care to see Vesuvius. Naples and its surroundings are very fine.”
“Yes, very,” said Sir John.
“Oh yes,” growled the doctor; “but the place swarms with visitors. I want to get where we can land on some beautiful coast with our guns and collecting tackle, where we shouldn’t see a soul, unless it’s a naked savage.”