"From America."
"Isn't that a long way off?"
"Yes, thousands of miles off; seven or eight, I think."
"You are very young to walk so far," said Lucy, "but perhaps you rode. Did the bushrangers steal your horses?"
"We came over the sea," said Harry. "Jack is a sailor."
Lucy looked at Jack curiously, as if a sailor were a strange species of animal.
At this point Bruno raised his head, looked toward the door, and began to bark.
"I think my father must be close by," said Lucy. "Bruno is always the first to hear him."