Dick Sand continued to be somewhat astonished at that.  He had crossed this part of the Pacific several times during his three fishing voyages to the Southern Seas.  Now, in the latitude and longitude where his reckoning put him, it was seldom that some English or American ship did not appear, ascending from Cape Horn toward the equator, or coming toward the extreme point of South America.

But what Dick Sand was ignorant of, what he could not even discover, was that the “Pilgrim” was already in higher latitude—­that is to say, more to the south than he supposed.  That was so for two reasons: 

The first was, that the currents of these parts, whose swiftness the novice could only imperfectly estimate, had contributed—­while he could not possibly keep account of them—­to throw the ship out of her route.

The second was, that the compass, made inaccurate by Negoro’s guilty hand, henceforth only gave incorrect bearings—­bearings that, since the loss of the second compass, Dick Sand could not control.  So that, believing, and having reason to believe, that he was sailing eastward, in reality, he was sailing southeast.  The compass, it was always before his eyes.  The log, it was thrown regularly.  His two instruments permitted him, in a certain measure, to direct the “Pilgrim,” and to estimate the number of miles sailed.  But, then, was that sufficient?

However, the novice always did his best to reassure Mrs. Weldon, whom the incidents of this voyage must at times render anxious.

“We shall arrive, we shall arrive!” he repeated.  “We shall reach the American coast, here or there; it matters little, on the whole, but we cannot fail to land there!”

“I do not doubt it, Dick.”

“Of course, Mrs. Weldon, I should be more at ease if you were not on board—­if we had only ourselves to answer for; but——­”

“But if I were not on board,” replied Mrs. Weldon; “if Cousin Benedict, Jack, Nan and I, had not taken passage on the ‘Pilgrim,’ and if, on the other hand, Tom and his companions had not been picked up at sea, Dick, there would be only two men here, you and Negoro!  What would have become of you, alone with that wicked man, in whom you cannot have confidence?  Yes, my child, what would have become of you?”

“I should have begun,” replied Dick Sand, resolutely, “by putting Negoro where he could not injure me.”

“And you would have worked alone?”

“Yes—­alone—­with the aid of God!”

The firmness of these words was well calculated to encourage Mrs. Weldon.  But, nevertheless, while thinking of her little Jack, she often felt uneasy.  If the woman would not show what she experienced as a mother, she did not always succeed in preventing some secret anguish for him to rend her heart.

Meanwhile, if the young novice was not sufficiently advanced in his hydrographic studies to make his point, he possessed a true sailor’s scent, when the question was “to tell the weather.”  The appearance of the sky, for one thing; on the other hand, the indications of the barometer, enabled him to be on his guard.  Captain Hull, a good meteorologist, had taught him to consult this instrument, whose prognostications are remarkably sure.