"The fact that you telegraph to Jack implies that there is something to telegraph about," said Comber.
No telling when a comber may come aboard, and it will carry you off like a chip.
Comber was a clergyman, and a relative of the Duke of Leeds.
There was immediate silence—every one turned first to Comber, and then back to Peter.
They turned their eyes from the shore to the comber and waited.
Far to the north they fell and burst into white spray, as though a long Atlantic comber were pounding on a rocky shore.
He had scarcely finished speaking when a comber curled over at its top rose up close ahead, and the boat went into it to the mast.
Their whitened tops broke over her, her canvas ran water, and every other minute she plunged into a comber with buried bows.
Then as a comber fell upon her they sprang back to the jibsheet and hauled upon it, while the spray flew all over them.
There remains to be chronicled of that first term only the Comber Fight and, a little conversation, one windy day, with Galleon.