“Six thousand miles.”
“It’s the first time anybody has ever sailed out of sight of land in our time,” said Mark. “It’s very wonderful, and we shall be made a great deal of when we get home.”
“Yes, and put in prison afterwards. That’s the proper way.”
“We shall bring home sandal-wood, and diamonds as big as—as apples—”
“And see unknown creatures in the sea, and butterflies as huge as umbrellas—”
“Catch fevers and get well again—”
“We must make notes of the language, and coax the people to give us some of their ancient books.”
“O! I say,” said Mark, “when you were on the Unknown Island did you see the magician with long white robes, and the serpent a hundred feet long he keeps in a cave under the bushes?”
“No,” said Bevis, “I forgot him.” So he had. His imagination ran so rapidly, one thing took the place of the other as the particles of water take each other’s place in a running brook. “We shall find him, I dare say.”
“Let’s land and see.”