"It was four o'clock in the morning; I asked Peter," said Marian.
"Very well. It was not far from two when we came about this afternoon. We sailed towards the north about ten hours, and I should judge that we made at least fifty miles. I think I can tell by this map nearly where we are. As I understand it now, our course is south-west, and we have not less than a hundred miles to make."
"How long will it take?"
"As the breeze is now, it will take twenty hours. We shall arrive some time to-morrow."
Peter brought my dinner on deck, and though my appetite had been spoiled by the rough experience of the trip, I ate enough to make me feel tolerably strong. Marian kept the helm all the afternoon, and I lay upon the cushions where I obtained a little sleep, which made my head feel better. The fair helmswoman promised to wake me if anything went wrong. About sunset Mr. Whippleton came to his senses again. He had been asleep most of the time, for we heard him snore.
"O, my head!" groaned he, as he opened his eyes, and then rolled off the cushions in his efforts to get up.
I called Peter, and we put him back again.
"My head! My head!" repeated he.
"Mine felt so this morning," I replied, in consoling tones.
He struggled to rise, but the rope had been carefully secured.