"
"I trust it will be no worse than that, at all events," replied Ready;
"but we must now return, and go to bed. I shall be up by daylight, so
you need not wake without you like."
"I can't help waking," replied William, "and I shall, therefore, be up
with you."
"Very well, I am always glad of your company."
The next morning, just before the day dawned, Ready and William
unfastened the door of the stockade, and went down to the beach. The
wind was still to the eastward, and blowing rather fresh, and the sky
was cloudy. As the sun rose, Ready, as usual, had his telescope with
him, and looked through it at the offing to the eastward. As he kept
the spy-glass to his eye for some time without speaking, William said:
"Do you see anything, Ready, that you look so long in that direction?"
"Either my old eyes deceive me, or I fear that I do," replied Ready;
"but a few minutes more will decide."
There was a bank of clouds on the horizon to the eastward, but as soon
as the sun had risen above them, Ready, who had the telescope fixed in
the same direction, said:
"Yes, William, I am right. I thought that those dark patches I saw
there were brown grass sails.
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