The wind from the gulf was soft, and the two friends stood on the hurricane-deck, charmed with a familiar view.
"It is just as new to me now as it was when I was a boy, coming along here with my father," said the giant. "And yet I don't see what makes it interesting, no woods, nothing but a house here and there."
"It always makes me think I'm going over the flat side of the globe, and I catch myself wondering what's just beyond," Tom replied. "There's the city 'way round yonder. How long do you want to stay?"
"I don't know exactly."
"Got any particular business down here?"
"No," he said, hesitatingly. "None that I know of."
"Just pleasure, is it?"
"Well, I reckon we might call it that."
"Might call it that? But I know why I'm here. I've come because you wanted me to. There is nothing going on that I care to see. What is it you're after?"
"Oh, just want to look around a little."