After he had got the sun, plumb at noon, he lowered the instrument and made his reading most carefully.
Then he went into the chart room, and got busy with his calculations.
The longer Dig worked the worse his head ached.

He stared at his figures, tore them up and tried again.

Six or eight times he worked the problem over, but always with the same result.
The navigating officer, who had worked the thing out in two minutes, sat back in his chair and looked bored.

You see, Dig's own eyes had told him that the ship was working north, and about five miles off the coast of New Jersey.

But his figures told him that the ship was anchored in the old fourth ward of the city of Newark.
Try as he would, Dig couldn't get the battleship away from that ward." Dan Dalzell leaned back, laughing uproariously at the mental picture that this story of Midshipman Digby brought up in his mind.
"It sounds funny, when you hear it," Dave went on.