"Yes."
For a minute or so, nothing more was said, and the onlookers waited with palpitating hearts.
Then Hatteras spoke again and said-
"Listen to me. We must know the exact position of your vessel. I will count the degrees aloud, and you; will stop me when I come to the right one."
The American assented by a motion of the head, and Hatteras began-
"We'll take the longitude first. 105°, No? 106°, 107°? It is to the west, I suppose?"
"Yes," replied Altamont.
"Let us go on, then: 109°, 110°, 112°, 114°, 116°, 118°, 120°."
"Yes," interrupted the sick man.
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