But no such instrument was to be seen.
No: nor to be heard of; Samoa himself professing utter ignorance.
Annatoo, I threatened and coaxed; describing the chronometer--a live, round creature like a toad, that made a strange noise, which I imitated; but she knew nothing about it.

Whether she had lighted upon it unbeknown to Samoa, and dissected it as usual, there was now no way to determine.

Indeed, upon this one point, she maintained an air of such inflexible stupidity, that if she were really fibbing, her dead-wall countenance superseded the necessity for verbal deceit.
It may be, however, that in this particular she was wronged; for, as with many small vessels, the Parki might never have possessed the instrument in question.

All thought, therefore, of feeling our way, as we should penetrate farther and farther into the watery wilderness, was necessarily abandoned.
The log book had also formed a portion of Annatoo's pilferings.

It seems she had taken it into her studio to ponder over.