Sam did not reply, for he had his cake of tobacco in one hand and his knife in the other, and he was going to take a piece off for his morning refreshment. But knife and cake remained unemployed as his attention seemed fixed by something ashore. Then the cake was thrust back into one pocket, the knife closed with a snap and thrust back into the other, and he took a glance round. The ship was now swinging in a different direction to that which it had occupied on the previous day, and this seemed to puzzle Sam for the moment. The tide was low, too, and that made a difference in the surroundings--rocks standing clear of the water that were invisible before, and there was a ravine opened out that was not visible on the previous day. "She's dragged her anchor a bit, hasn't she?" said Sam, at last. "No," said the captain, "we were too close to those rocks, so I up with the anchor this morning, and let her drift a couple of hundred yards before dropping it again." "Just hand us that double-barrel spyglass o' yourn, Mr Pugh, will you please?" said Oakum quietly; and when he had set it to the right focus for his eyes, he took a long look at the shore, shut the glass up, returned it, sat down on the deck, and taking out his tobacco and knife hewed off a good piece of the hard cake, and thrust it into his mouth without a word. "Well, Mr Oakum," said the captain, at last, with a look of annoyance on his face, "what is to be done next?" "Send forrard for 'Pollo," said Sam, coolly. The captain gave an impatient stamp, but turning to the mulatto, who was by the bulwark, sent him for the black cook. "You want me, sah?" exclaimed 'Pollo, showing his white teeth. "So I do, 'Pollo," said Sam, borrowing the glass again from Dutch, and, after focussing it, placing it flat on the bulwarks, and bringing it to bear on some object ashore. "Now, come here, 'Pollo," he continued; "stoop down and take a squint through this here glass, and tell us what you see." 'Pollo stooped down to look through the glass. "Not that way, you lubber," cried Sam. "What are you shutting one eye up for? Don't you see it's a double spyglass?" "Oh, yes, sah--I see, sah," said 'Pollo, bending down for another look. "Now you're a-shutting up tother eye," cried Sam, sharply. "Was I, sah? Well, so I tink I was. Now, den, I try bofe open togedder. Dat's him; I see beauful now. All de lubbly trees shinin' in de sun, and four big long trees lie down top o' one anoder. All blow down by de wind." "And what's that, 'Pollo?" cried Sam, giving him a slap on the back, as he pointed to a rock lying under the shade of a point right aft. "Dat am de rock like de wet monkey, Mass' Oakum, sah. Dere, genelmen, I tell you I find de place easy 'nough."