“What if your Chileña should chance to set eyes on the improved portrait? Remember we’re to call at Valparaiso!”
“By Jove! I never thought of that.”
“If you should meet her, you’ll do well to keep your shirt-sleeves down, or you may get the picture scratched—your cheeks along with it.”
“Bah! there’s no danger of that. I don’t expect ever to see that girl again—don’t intend to. It wouldn’t be fair, after giving that engagement ring to Iñez. If we do put into Valparaiso, I’ll stay aboard all the time the frigate’s in port. That will insure against any—”
“Land ho!”
Their dialogue is interrupted. The lookout on the masthead has sighted Mauna-Loa.