“So I did, and so it is,” answered Jim stoutly. “That heading to the north is only a ruse on Broome’s part to lead us in the wrong direction.”
“Hope you are right, but—” returned Berwick, leaving the sentence significantly unfinished. “I am going down to the engine-room again. Let me know if anything new transpires.”
“Which way shall I lay our course, sir?” asked the captain, coming up to where the others were standing.
The professor, before replying, looked at Jim inquiringly.
“To the South!” insisted Jim.
“South it is then,” directed the professor.
“South it is,” answered the captain, going back to the bridge.
“We will keep on that course until morning,” added the professor. “And as there is a fair breeze blowing we will proceed under sail. Ask Mr. Berwick to bank the fires in the boiler.”
It was now dusk. The stars were showing in the sky, and the lights of the Sea Eagle were lost in the mist on the horizon.