“It is an eight-days’ run for the Ville d’Angers.”
“But the fleet may be waiting for us at the Western Islands,” suggested Capt. Fairfield.
“That’s true for you,” replied O’Hara. “It may have gone back to Funchal to look for us.”
“And we are in a bad box,” laughed the Prince. “If we run for the Bermudas, the fleet may be looking for us at Funchal, the Canary, or the Western Islands. If we go back to these islands, they may go on to Bermudas, and be waiting for us there.”
“Whichever course we take, very likely we shall be sorry we didn’t take the other,” added O’Hara. “It will require four days to go to Funchal, eight to Fayal, and seven more to Bermudas, making allowance for stops. What do you say, gentlemen?”
“I vote for Bermudas direct,” said the Prince.
“So do I,” added Shakings.
“Via Funchal,” Capt. Fairfield followed.
“Via Funchal is my judgment,” wound up the captain.
“Funchal it is, then. You are the captain,” continued the Prince.