And the answer came—
“Where, my boy? Where?”
Chapter Eleven.
Thoughts of home.
Fitz Burnett looked wonderingly at the skipper as if he did not comprehend the bearings of the question. “Where?” he faltered. “Yes; you asked me to set you ashore. I say, where?”
“Oh, at any American or English port, sir.”
“Do you know how far we are from the nearest?”
“No; I have no idea how far we have come.”