George took the glass again and raked the vessel. "How she does pitch!" he said. "There goes a wave slap over her bows. There's only two people on deck besides the steersman. There's a man lying down, and a--chap in a--cloak with a--Hooray!--it's Dob, by Jingo!" He clapped to the telescope and flung his arms round his mother. As for that lady, let us say what she did in the words of a favourite poet--"Dakruoen gelasasa." She was sure it was William. It could be no other. 
"How she does pitch!" said George. "There goes a wave slap over her bows. There's only two people on deck besides the steersman. There's a man lying down, and a - chap in a cloak with a - it's Dob, by Jingo!" He flung his arms round his mother. 