"I'll soon be able to stand up like you, sir." "Well, at all events, you've got plenty of pluck, Graham; and that's the sort of material for making a good sailor.

You were asking me last night about the course of the ship, if your sickness hasn't put our talk out of your head.

How far do you think we've run ?" "A good way, I suppose, sir," I answered, "with that gale of wind." "Yes, pretty so so," he said.

"When the cap'en took the sun at noon to- day we were in latitude 48 degrees 17 minutes north and longitude just 8 degrees 20 west, or about two hundred miles off Ushant, which we're to the southward of; so, we've run a goodish bit from our point of departure." "Oh, I remember all about that, sir," I cried, getting interested, as he unfolded the chart which was lying on top of the cabin skylight and showed me the vessel's position.

"And we've come so far already ?" "Yes, all that," replied he laughing as he moved his finger on the chart, pointing to another spot at least a couple of inches away from the first pencil-mark; "and we ought to fetch about here, my boy, at noon to-morrow--that is, if this wind holds good and no accident happens to us, please God." The ship at this time was going a good ten knots, he further told me, carrying her topgallants and courses again; for, although the sea was rough and covered with long rolling waves, that curled over their ridges into valleys of foam like half-melted snow, and it was blowing pretty well half a gale now from the north-west, to which point the wind had hauled round, it was keeping steady in that quarter, for the barometer remained high, and the Silver Queen, heading south-west by south, was bending well over so that her lee-side was flush almost with the swelling water.