But whether they were being urged on toward the island, or whether the wind had shifted and was bearing them in another direction, was something no one could tell.

A deeper gloom than any that had prevailed since the shipwreck fell upon them all.
When it got dark and the stars came out Captain Spark was able to direct the boat to a little better advantage, but when morning came, after the long darkness, during which no one had slept well, they found themselves on a vast, heaving expanse of water.
"Where are we ?" asked Mr.Tarbill.

"Is the island in sight ?" Captain Spark swept the horizon with his glasses.
"There's not a sail to be seen," he said, "and no sign of land.

I thought we would raise the island by this morning." "Then don't you know where we are ?" asked the nervous man.
"I haven't the least idea, except that we are somewhere on the Pacific Ocean." The captain spoke rather hopelessly.
"Never mind," said Bob cheerfully.

"We've got food enough for a week, and by that time something may happen." "Yes, something may," said Mr.Carr, with a gloomy look.
"That's the way to talk, Bob," exclaimed the captain.