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Tempest

           Thenovicekeptattheprow,sometimesobservingtheseaandthesky,sometimeslookingatthe"Pilgrim’s"masting,whichbegantostrainundertheforceofthewind.

           "Youseenothingyet,Dick?"sheaskedhim,atamomentwhenhehadjustleftthelonglookout.

           "Nothing,Mrs.Weldon,nothing,"repliedthenovice;andmeanwhile,thehorizonseemstoclearalittleunderthisviolentwind,whichisgoingtoblowstillharder."

           "And,accordingtoyou,Dick,theAmericancoastoughtnottobedistantnow."

           "Itcannotbe,Mrs.Weldon,andifanythingastonishesme,itisnothavingmadeityet."

           "Meanwhile,"continuedMrs.Weldon,"theshiphasalwaysfollowedtherightcourse."

           "Always,sincethewindsettledinthenorthwest,"repliedDickSand;"thatistosay,sincethedaywhenwelostourunfortunatecaptainandhiscrew.Thatwasthe10thofFebruary.Wearenowonthe9thofMarch.Therehavebeenthen,twenty-sevensincethat."

           "Butatthatperiodwhatdistancewerewefromthecoast?"askedMrs.

           Weldon.

           "Aboutfourthousandfivehundredmiles,Mrs.Weldon.IftherearethingsaboutwhichIhavemorethanadoubt,Icanatleastguaranteethisfigurewithinabouttwentymiles."

           "Andwhathasbeentheship’sspeed?"

           "Onanaverage,ahundredandeightymilesadaysincethewindfreshened,"repliedthenovice."So,Iamsurprisedatnotbeinginsightofland.And,whatisstillmoreextraordinary,isthatwedonotmeetevenasingleoneofthosevesselswhichgenerallyfrequenttheseparts!"

           "Couldyounotbedeceived,Dick,"returnedMrs.

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