Then Fairclough, putting on some dry clothes, threw himself on his bunk.

The midshipman retired to his own cabin, and Harry went on deck.
"How are we heading, Mr.Hardy ?" he shouted, when he joined the lieutenant.
"At the present moment, we are running nearly due east but, as we have been round the compass, several times, since the gale struck us, there is no means of saying, with anything like certainty, where our position is.

But I was talking it over with the captain, before I went down, and we both agreed that, as the centre of the hurricane is undoubtedly moving to the northeast, we must have gone a good many miles in that direction.
"Of course, there is no means of determining how far till we can get a glimpse of the sun; but there is no doubt that, if the gale continues, we shall soon be in a very perilous position, for we must be driving towards the Andamans.

We may have the luck to pass north of them, or to go between them.
"We tried, last night, to get up a little more sail; but she would not stand it, and we were obliged to take it off again.

So we can do nothing but hope for the best." Two hours later, Fairclough came out again.
"I am afraid that you have not been to sleep," Harry said.
"No.