"She's a big lump of a craft, not very far short of 900 tons, I should say," commented Henderson, with his eye still glued to the eye-piece of the schooner's glass.  "And," he continued, after a slight pause, "I reckon she's a foreigner; that high poop and them deep-curvin' headboards never took shape in a British shipyard, I'm prepared to swear to that.  Looks to me like a Dutchman.  What do you think, Mr Delamere?"