“Going to take me to China?” cried Mark.
“Yes, unless I put in at Lisbon, and send you home from there, and that’s not worth while.”
“Father!”
“What! are you so much better as that? Here, what are you going to do?”
“Get up directly, father, and see the coast of Spain.”
Chapter Eight.
How Captain Jack came on Deck.
“Yes, my lad, you’ve had a narrow squeak for it,” said the first-mate, shaking hands. “You’re in for it now.”