"It is where the Greenwich meridian crosses the Equator," he said. "It's 'nowhere'! The only 'nowhere' in the world!"
CHAPTER XXXIII
AT "LOLO"
Under an awning on the quarter-deck of the Maria Braganza, George T. Baggin was stretched out in the easiest of easy-chairs in an attitude of luxurious comfort.
Admiral Lombrosa, passing on his way to his cabin, smacked him familiarly upon the shoulder—an attitude which epitomised the changed relationships of the pair.
The Maria Braganza was steaming slowly eastward, and, since it was the hour of siesta, the deck was strewn with the recumbent forms of men.
Baggin looked up with a scowl.
"Where is Poltavo?" he asked, and the other laughed.
"He sleeps, Señor Presidente," said the "Admiral."—There had been some curious promotions on board the Maria Braganza.—"He is amusing, your count."
Baggin wriggled uncomfortably in his chair, but made no answer, and the other man eyed him keenly.