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Tempest

           Weldon,"inestimatingthe’Pilgrim’s’speed?"

           "No,Mrs.Weldon.OnthatpointIcouldnotbemistaken.Theloghasbeenthrowneveryhalfhour,andIhavetakenitsindicationsveryaccurately.Wait,Iamgoingtohaveitthrownanew,andyouwillseethatwearesailingatthismomentattherateoftenmilesanhour,whichwouldgiveusmorethantwohundredmilesaday."

           DickSandcalledTom,andgavehimtheordertothrowthelog,anoperationtowhichtheoldblackwasnowquiteaccustomed.

           Thelog,firmlyfastenedtotheendoftheline,wasbroughtandsentout.

           Twenty-fivefathomswerehardlyunrolled,whentheropesuddenlyslackenedbetweenTom’shands.

           "Ah!Mr.Dick!"criedhe.

           "Well,Tom?"

           "Theropehasbroken!"

           "Broken!"criedDickSand."Andthelogislost!"

           OldTomshowedtheendoftheropewhichremainedinhishand.

           Itwasonlytootrue.Itwasnotthefasteningwhichhadfailed.Theropehadbrokeninthemiddle.And,nevertheless,thatropewasofthefirstquality.Itmusthavebeen,then,thatthestrandsoftheropeatthepointofruptureweresingularlyworn!Theywere,infact,andDickSandcouldtellthatwhenhehadtheendoftheropeinhishands!Buthadtheybecomesobyuse?waswhatthenovice,becomesuspicious,askedhimself.

           Howeverthatwas,thelogwasnowlost,andDickSandhadnolongeranymeansoftellingexactlythespeedofhisship.Inthewayofinstruments,heonlypossessedonecompass,andhedidnotknowthatitsindicationswerefalse.

           Mrs.

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