Chapter Six.
Onward.
“That was a rum sort of tale, Mas’r Harry,” said Tom as soon as we were alone. “Do you believe him?”
“Yes,” I replied, “I believe he is sincere.”
“What! and see those great things, Mas’r Harry, out at sea?”
“I believe he saw something,” I replied, “but whether it was just as he described is another thing. There’s plenty of room, though, in the sea for more than that, and perhaps people will find out some day that we have not seen everything that there is in the world.”
“Talk about snakes, though, Mas’r Harry,” said Tom suddenly; “where did you say we was going?”
“To Caracas first.”