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During the next week nothing particular occurred on board. The “Pilgrim” made on the average 160 miles every twenty-four hours.

Dick was sure that the schooner was crossing the track of the vessels plying between the eastern and western hemispheres. But day after day passed, and yet there was no ship at all.

Very different, however, was the true position of the “Pilgrim” from what Dick supposed. Our young captain was convinced that they were proceeding steadily eastwards. He hoped to see the American coast very soon.

Although the youth of the apprentice did not allow him to have any advanced scientific knowledge, he was a real sailor. Captain Hull was a clever meteorologist and taught Dick to draw correct conclusions from the indications of the barometer.

On the 20th of February, the storm began. For three days the gale continued, yet without any variation in its direction. And the barometer was falling. The sky was overcast; clouds, thick and lowering, obscured the sun, and it was difficult to sail. There was cause for uneasiness. Dick maintained a calm exterior, but he was really tortured with anxiety.

About four o’clock one afternoon, Negoro emerged from his kitchen, and skulked to the fore. Dingo was fast asleep, and did not growl. For half an hour Negoro stood motionless, he was surveying the horizon. Negoro looked long at the water; he then raised his eyes and scanned the sky. Then he smiled and soon stealthily retreated to his own quarters.

Time passed on, and the 9th of March arrived without material change in the condition of the atmosphere. The sky remained heavily burdened.

The “Pilgrim” pitched and rolled frightfully. Fortunately Mrs. Weldon could bear the motion without much inconvenience, but her little boy was a miserable sufferer. Cousin Benedict was investigating cockroaches; he hardly noticed the weather or wind. Moreover, it was fortunate that the negroes did not suffer from sea-sickness, and consequently were able to assist their captain in his arduous task.

Dick was sure that the land was not far away. Surely, the shore must be almost in sight. But there was no land at all.

Next day as Dick was standing at the bow, Mrs. Weldon approached him. She asked him whether he could see anything. He lowered the telescope and answered,

“No, Mrs. Weldon, I cannot see anything. I cannot understand why we don’t see any land. It is nearly a month since we lost our poor dear captain. There is no delay in our progress, no stoppage. I cannot understand.”

“How far were we from land when we lost the captain?”

“We were scarcely more than 4500 miles from the shores of America.”

“And the rate?”

“Not much less than nine score knots a day.”

“How long, then, do you reckon, Dick, we will arrive at the coast?”

“In six-and-twenty days,” replied Dick.

He paused before he spoke again, then added,

“But what mystifies me even more is this: we don’t see a single vessel. And vessels are always traversing these seas.”

“But do you not think,” inquired Mrs. Weldon, “that you made some error in your reckoning?”

“Impossible, madam,” replied Dick, “I made no errors.”

But Dick did not know that the compass was misleading him entirely!

The “Pilgrim” was running with a terrific speed. Early on the morning of the 12th, Dick noted that the barometer now registered only 27.9°. Dick Sand became more uneasy than ever. The next moment Negoro appeared on deck; he pointed mysteriously to the horizon. The he looked round with a malevolent smile, and immediately left the deck, and went back to his cabin.