"It seems to be chiefly brown cliffs. And so few villages! Where are the cities?"
"You'll find seaports only where there are harbors. They are not generally found on rocky promontories."
Irma turned about. Yes, the speaker was indeed Marion, whose approach she had not observed.
"Oh, Cadiz is not so very far to the north there," interposed Uncle Jim, in an effort to throw oil on the troubled waters, "and we cannot tell just what lies behind those heights. What is there, Marion? You've been in Spain."
But Marion had disappeared.
After passing Trafalgar, the Ariadne kept nearer shore. Now there was a house in sight, again a little white hamlet lying low at the base of the brown, bare cliffs.
Far ahead the clouds took on new shapes, and did not change. Could that be the huge bulk of Gibraltar, seen through a mist?
Uncle Jim laughed when Irma put the question to him.
"You are looking in the wrong direction."