Due north.

Not the twentieth part of a point either way.' 'Halloa, Uncle Sol!' 'Halloa, my boy!' cried the Instrument-maker, turning briskly round.
'What! you are here, are you ?' A cheerful looking, merry boy, fresh with running home in the rain; fair-faced, bright-eyed, and curly-haired.
'Well, Uncle, how have you got on without me all day?
Is dinner ready?
I'm so hungry.' 'As to getting on,' said Solomon good-naturedly, 'it would be odd if I couldn't get on without a young dog like you a great deal better than with you.

As to dinner being ready, it's been ready this half hour and waiting for you.

As to being hungry, I am!' 'Come along then, Uncle!' cried the boy.

'Hurrah for the admiral!' 'Confound the admiral!' returned Solomon Gills.