could look out of the port-hole at my elbow, and, without raising
my head from the pillow, could see the lights of Penzance
swinging gently up and down with the motion of the ship at
anchor. It was like being rocked to sleep with a little show
going on to amuse you. I was just deciding that I liked the life
of the sea very much when I fell fast asleep.



THE FOURTH CHAPTER

OUR TROUBLES CONTINUE

THE next morning when we were eating a very excellent breakfast
of kidneys and bacon, prepared by our good cook Bumpo, the Doctor
said to me,

"I was just wondering, Stubbins, whether I should stop at the
Capa Blanca Islands or run right across for the coast of Brazil.
Miranda said we could expect a spell of excellent weather
now--for four and a half weeks at least."

"Well," I said, spooning out the sugar at the bottom of my
cocoa-cup, "I should think it would be best to make straight
across while we are sure of good weather. And besides the Purple
Bird-of-Paradise is going to keep a lookout for us, isn't she?
She'll be wondering what's happened to us if we don't get there
in about a month."

"True, quite true, Stubbins. On the other hand, the Capa Blancas