“If I have understood you, Sergeant, this station or blockhouse is particularly private.”
“It is, indeed, the utmost care having been taken to prevent a knowledge of its position from reaching the enemy.”
“And you expect me, a stranger on your lake, to find this place without chart, course, distance, latitude, longitude, or soundings,—ay, d—-me, or tallow! Allow me to ask if you think a mariner runs by his nose, like one of Pathfinder's hounds?”
“Well, brother, you may yet learn something by questioning the young man at the helm; I can hardly think that he is as ignorant as he pretends to be.”
“Hum!—this looks like another circumstance. For that matter, the case is getting to be so full of circumstances that one hardly knows how to foot up the evidence. But we will soon see how much the lad knows.”
Cap and the Sergeant now returned to their station near the helm, and the former renewed his inquiries.
“Do you happen to know what may be the latitude and longitude of this said island, my lad?” he asked.
“The what, sir?”
“Why, the latitude or longitude—one or both; I'm not particular which, as I merely inquire in order to see how they bring up young men on this bit of fresh water.”
“I'm not particular about either myself, sir, and so I do not happen to know what you mean.”