Habakkuk sniffed.
“It’s very nice when you’re used to it,” he said without looking up from the garment he was pounding and squeezing with a kind of vicious delight.
Blueneck shrugged his shoulders.
“Maybe,” he said, “anyway, I’m going on deck; this here rat-hole’s too stinking for me.”
Habakkuk sniffed again but took no other notice of his friend, who presently lumbered off up the hatchway.
The water was very green and the waves rolled lazily after one another as though it were hot even for them, while the Anny dipped and rolled gently among them at about one third her usual speed.
They were early, and, careless though he was, Dick did not like landing until it was at least dusk.
Blueneck strode across the deck and stood staring toward the Island, now just a streak on the flaming horizon.
Suddenly he started, and, speaking sharply, ordered one of the sailors who was sprawling on the deck to bring him a telescope.
The man went off at once and returned in a second, bringing a long brass spy-glass with him.