"And the whaler?"
"She and her crew were never heard of again. So whether she had really a breaker of the commandments on board, or whether the boat of old Magnus Sigurdson, of Scrabster, wrought the mischief, I cannot say. I only spin the yarn as it occurred to me. Strike the bell there, Gawthrop."
"Aye, aye, sir," growled old Noah, who had been dozing astride the spanker-boom.
"Call the next watch; it is Captain Bartelot's, and now, Mr. Ashton, 'tis time for you and I to leave the deck, and turn in."
CHAPTER XVIII.
RIO DE JANEIRO.
On a gorgeous tropical morning, when the Princess was nearing her destined port, and when Morrison declared that already he could see the "land-blink" in the sky, Morley watched with some interest the result of what is termed in nautical astronomy, "taking a sight," or "making an observation," by noting the altitude of any heavenly body, in order to estimate the latitude and longitude.
"What is the time?" asked Bartelot.
"Twelve, sir, by the sun," replied Morrison.
"And by the chronometer?"