No, not quite, and--I say, are we going right ?" "Right ?" "Well, I mean as we were.

We seemed to be going south, as far as I could make out by the stars; and now we're going north." "Nonsense! impossible!" "Look, then! I'm sure we had our backs to the pole star, and that meant going south, and out to sea; but now we've got our faces due north." "Yes," said Mike, after a few moments' pause; "that's right: we're going north." "Well, that isn't out to sea." "No," replied Mike thoughtfully.
"And running along at such a rate as we are, we ought to have been ever so far away by this time, instead of rushing along here deep down among the rocks, as if we were in a narrow channel.

I can't make it out: can you ?" Mike remained thoughtful and silent again for a time, and then said wearily,-- "No; I can't understand it.

It gives me the headache to think; and being whirled along like this is so confusing.

My thoughts go rushing along like the water." "Don't talk so loud, Mike," said Vince, after a pause, "or we shall be heard.