Lighting his pipe and puffing it into a ruddy glow, Mr.
Gidge made a waddling exit from the cabin, bestowing on our lad another grunt as he passed him, and leaving an eddying wake of rank tobacco smoke to mark his passage.
For some time after this episode Cabot struggled to keep awake in the hope that White would return and answer some of his questions; but finally weariness overcame him, and he fell into a sleep that lasted without a break until after sunrise of the following morning.
In the meantime the little schooner had held her course, and swept onward past the flashing beacons of Cape Race, Cape Pine, and Cape St.
Mary, until, at daylight, she was standing across the broad reach of Placentia Bay towards the bald headland of Cape Chapeau Rouge.

She was making a fine run, and in spite of his weariness after a six hours' watch on deck, White Baldwin presented a cheery face to Cabot, as the latter vainly strove to recognise and account for his surroundings.
"Good morning," said the young skipper, "I hope you have slept well, and are feeling all right again." "Yes, thank you," replied Cabot, suddenly remembering, "I slept splendidly, and am as fit as a fiddle.

Have we made a good run ?" "Fine; we have come nearly a hundred miles from the place where we picked you up." "Then we must be almost to St.Johns," suggested Cabot, tumbling from his bunk as he spoke.

"I am glad, for it is important that I should get there as quickly as possible." "St.Johns!" replied the other blankly.

"Didn't you know that we had come from St.Johns, and were going in the opposite direction?
Why, we are more than one hundred and fifty miles from there at this minute.".