Down went Bart after Captain Corbet, and, the latter pointed to the wall. .
“There,” said he. “I wonder you didn’t see it.”
“Where?” asked Bart.
“Where? Why, there,” said Captain Corbet; and saying this he put his horny finger on a small triangular fragment of what was once a looking-glass, which small triangular fragment was fastened to a post, on one side of the cabin, with brass trunk nails.
“There it is,” said Captain Corbet. “You don’t seem to have any eyes in your head, though you’re sharp enough sometimes, gracious knows.”
“That!” cried Bart. “That! Why, it’s a spyglass I want.”
“A spy-glass no, yes. Wal, I hain’t got none.”
“You haven’t any!”
“No; never owned one in all my born days.”
“That’s odd, too. I thought every sea captain had to have one.”