“That’s right,” answered Alan. “We’re doin’ it, ain’t we?”
“We cleared Big Manan at five thirty-four!”
“Well?”
“That’s five hundred and forty-six miles from New York.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s six hundred and fourteen miles from here to Fogo Island—”
“What are you gettin’ at?” interrupted Alan somewhat excitedly.
“Only this: you can’t get to Fogo by seven thirty-two o’clock this evening.”
“We can’t?” exclaimed Alan. “Why not? Those are the figures. What’s wrong?”
“The trouble seems to be,” continued Roy, “that someone didn’t check his figures. The list of distances between points is footed up as nine hundred and ninety-two miles from the Battery to Fogo. Well, it’s eleven hundred and sixty miles!”