Chapter 9. A Lost Continent

           Thenextmorning,the19thofFebruary,IsawtheCanadianentermyroom.Iexpectedthisvisit.Helookedverydisappointed.

           "Well,sir?"saidhe.

           "Well,Ned,fortunewasagainstusyesterday."

           "Yes;thatCaptainmustneedsstopexactlyatthehourweintendedleavinghisvessel."

           "Yes,Ned,hehadbusinessathisbankers."

           "Hisbankers!"

           "Orratherhisbanking-house;bythatImeantheocean,wherehisrichesaresaferthaninthechestsoftheState."

           IthenrelatedtotheCanadiantheincidentsoftheprecedingnight,hopingtobringhimbacktotheideaofnotabandoningtheCaptain;butmyrecitalhadnootherresultthananenergeticallyexpressedregretfromNedthathehadnotbeenabletotakeawalkonthebattlefieldofVigoonhisownaccount.

           "However,"saidhe,"allisnotended.Itisonlyablowoftheharpoonlost.Anothertimewemustsucceed;andto-night,ifnecessary——"

           "InwhatdirectionistheNautilusgoing?"Iasked.

           "Idonotknow,"repliedNed.

           "Well,atnoonweshallseethepoint."