About four Hans rises, lays hold of the mast, climbs to its top. Thence his eye sweeps a large area of sea,and it is fixed upon a point. His countenance exhibits no surprise, but his eye is immovably steady.
"He sees something," says my uncle.
"I believe he does."
Hans comes down, then stretches his arm to the south, saying:
"Dere nere!"
"Down there?" repeated my uncle.