'How long do you reckon on taking to make the run?'
'Fower or foive month,' answered Abraham.
'Oy, an' perhaps six,' said Jacob.
'Who is skipper?' said I.
'There aren't no degrees here,' answered Abraham; 'leastways, now that the boy's gone sick and's left behoind.'
'But which of you is navigator, then?'
'Oy am,' said Abraham; 'that's to say, I've got a quadrant along with me, and know how to tell at noon what o'clock it is. That's what's tarmed hascertaining the latitude. As to what's called longitude, she's best left to the log-line.'
'So she is,' said Jacob.
'And you have no doubt of accurately striking the port of Sydney without troubling yourselves about your longitude?'
'Ne'er a doubt,' said Abraham.