"Right off there," the second mate told him pointing.
"I see it now," he replied turning to Bob who had reached his side.
"Looks pretty small from here," Bob said as he stepped into the wheel-house for the glasses.
He was out again in a minute with the glasses in his hand and handed them to his uncle, who by this time, had also reached the bridge. Mr. Lakewood gazed for a long time before he took the glass from his eyes.
"It's too far away to be sure but I hardly think it's the place," he said as he handed them to Bob.
The remainder of the breakfast was forgotten as they watched the land as it seemed to rise higher and higher from the water and pretty soon Wong appeared at the foot of the stairway.
"You goin' catch um some bleakfast?" he shouted.
"How about it, boys?" Mr. Lakewood laughed.
"I had enough," both replied in the same breath.
"Then you can clear away, Wong," he told him.