"Luff, Pencroft, luff!"
"What's the matter," replied the sailor, "a rock?"
"No—wait," said Herbert, "I don't quite see. Luff again—right—now."
So saying, Herbert leaning over the side, plunged his arm into the water and pulled it out, exclaiming,—
"A bottle!"
He held in his hand a corked bottle which he had just seized a few cables' length from the shore.
Cyrus Harding took the bottle Without uttering a single word he drew the cork, and took from it a damp paper, on which were written these words:—
"Castaway ... Tabor Island: 153° W long, 37° 11´ S lat."
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