"What boat?" said the admiral, surprised; and then he muttered, "Confound you for a lubber! Didn't I tell you to mind your bearings, you dog-fish you?"
"Ay, ay, sir—and so I did."
"You did."
"Yes, here they are. Squint over the larboard bulk-heads, as they call walls, and then atween the two trees on the starboard side of the course, then straight ahead for a few hundred fathoms, when you come to a funnel as is smoking like the crater of Mount Vesuvius, and then in a line with that on the top of the hill, comes our boat."
"Well," said the admiral, "that'll do. Now go open the gates, and keep a bright look out, and if you see anybody near your watch, why douse their glim."
"Ay—ay, sir," said Jack, and he disappeared.
"Rather a lucid description," said Henry, as he thought of Jack's report to the admiral.
"Oh, it's a seaman's report. I know what he means; it's quicker and plainer than the land lingo, to my ears, and Jack can't talk any other, you see."
By this time the coach came into the yard, and the whole party descended into the court-yard, where they came to take leave of the old place.
"Farewell, admiral."