that highest dune. And if you'll turn around,—you can't see Quimpaug itself, because of the Point,—you'll see the Pettasantuck going out."
"I don't want to see the Pettasantuck," said Joan. "It makes me think of town."
"Then look at Spain, like Garth," said Jim.
"Spain?" said Joan.
"There's absolutely nothing between us and Spain," Jim said, "but a deal of water."
"If you kept a perfickly straight course, you'd reach it, wouldn't you, Fogger?" murmured Garth, who was leaning on the railing, his father's steadying arm across his shoulders.
"You would," said Pemberley, "bearing a bit east by south, perhaps, and barring pirates and submarines."
"What would you do, Fogger, if a submarine suddenly popped up beside the Light and said, 'Up with your hands!'?"
"First," said Jim, "I'd say, 'Shoo!' and then I'd put a sausage on a blackfish line and see if I couldn't catch the thing, and if that didn't work, I'd run it down with the Ailouros."
"Fogger! You couldn't!" said Garth reproachfully. "It would torpedo you to bits."
