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McCoy finished the last banana, drained the mug, and looked slowly around. In his eyes was a smile of tenderness as he said:

“Well, Captain, we might as well drive as burn. Your decks are not going to hold out forever. They are hotter this morning. You haven’t a pair of shoes I can wear? It is getting uncomfortable for my bare feet.”

The Pyreneesshipped two heavy seas as she was swung off and put once more before it, and the first mate expressed a desire to have all that water down in the hold, if only it could be introduced without taking off the hatches. McCoy ducked his head into the binnacle and watched the course set.

“I’d hold her up some more, Captain,” he said.”She’s been making drift when hove to.”

“I’ve set it to a point higher already,” was the answer.”Isn’t that enough?”

“I’d make it two points, Captain. This bit of a blow kicked that westerly current ahead faster than you imagine.”

Captain Davenport compromised on a point and a half, and then went aloft, accompanied by McCoy and the first mate, to keep a lookout for land. Sail had been made, so that the Pyrenees was doing ten knots. The following sea was dying down rapidly. There was no break in the pearly fog, and by ten o’clock Captain Davenport was growing nervous. All hands were at their stations, ready, at the first warning of land ahead, to spring like fiends to the task of bringing the Pyreneesup on the wind. That land ahead, a surf-washed outer reef, would be perilously close when it revealed itself in such a fog.

Another hour passed. The three watchers aloft stared intently into the pearly radiance.”What if we miss Mangareva?” Captain Davenport asked abruptly.

McCoy, without shifting his gaze, answered softly:

“Why, let her drive, captain. That is all we can do. All the Paumotus are before us. We can drive for a thousand miles through reefs and atolls. We are bound to fetch up somewhere.”

“Then drive it is.” Captain Davenport evidenced his intention of descending to the
deck.”We’ve missed Mangareva. God knows where the next land is. I wish I’d held her up that other half-point,” he confessed a moment later.”This cursed current plays the devil with a navigator.”

“The old navigators called the Paumotus the Dangerous Archipelago,” McCoy said, when they had regained the poop.”This very current was partly responsible for that name.”

“I was talking with a sailor chap in Sydney, once,” said Mr. Konig.”He’d been trading in the Paumotus. He told me insurance was eighteen per cent. Is that right?”

McCoy smiled and nodded.

“Except that they don’t insure,” he explained.”The owners write off twenty per cent of the cost of their schooners each year.”

“My God!” Captain Davenport groaned.”That makes the life of a schooner only five years!” He shook his head sadly, murmuring, “Bad waters! Bad waters!”

Again they went into the cabin to consult the big general chart; but the poisonous vapors drove them coughing and gasping on deck.

“Here is Moerenhout Island,” Captain Davenport pointed it out on the chart, which he had spread on the house.”It can’t be more than a hundred miles to leeward.”

“A hundred and ten.”McCoy shook his head doubtfully.”It might be done, but it is very difficult. I might beach her, and then again I might put her on the reef. A bad place, a very bad place.”

“We’ll take the chance,” was Captain Davenport’s decision, as he set about working out the course.

Sail was shortened early in the afternoon, to avoid running past in the night; and in the second dog-watch the crew manifested its regained cheerfulness. Land was so very near, and their troubles would be over in the morning.