“No,” said Jack after a good long try. “Isn’t it a mistake?”
“Let me try again,” said the captain, taking the glass. “Yes, there it is plainly enough, just under the little golden cloud to the right; they are floating northward. Try again.”
Jack took the glass, brought it to bear, and was silent.
“See it?”
“No. I can make out that beautiful golden cloud.”
“Well, now look under it.”
“Yes, I’ve been looking right under it, but there’s nothing there but a little hazy patch.”
“Then you do see it,” said the captain.
“That?”
“Yes; what did you expect to see?”