To-morrow afternoon we shall reach our destination.

To-morrow, I shall resume, on land, my attendance upon Thomas Roch, "if it be necessary," said the Count d'Artigas.
If, when I was thrown into that black hole at the bottom of the hold, I was able to perceive when the schooner started off across Pamlico Sound, I now feel that she has come to a stop.

It must be about ten o'clock.
Why has she stopped?
When Captain Spade ordered me below, there was no land in sight.

In this direction, there is no island until the Bermuda group is reached--at least there is none on the map--and we shall have to go another fifty or sixty miles before the Bermudas can be sighted by the lookout men.

Not only has the _Ebba_ stopped, but her immobility is almost complete.