There only remains the hypothesis that we are making for the Bermudas.
Count d'Artigas is about to go down the hatchway when I interrogate him in my turn: "Sir," I exclaim, "I desire to know, I have the right to know, where I am going, and----" "Here, Warder Gaydon," he interrupted, "you have no rights.

All you have to do is to answer when you are spoken to." "I protest!" "Protest, then," replies this haughty and imperious personage, glancing at me menacingly.
Then he disappears down the hatchway, leaving me face to face with Engineer Serko.
"If I were you, Warder Gaydon, I would resign myself to the inevitable," remarks the latter with a smile.

"When one is caught in a trap----" "One can cry out, I suppose ?" "What is the use when no one is near to hear you ?" "I shall be heard some day, sir." "Some day--that's a long way off.

However, shout as much as you please." And with this ironical advice, Engineer Serko leaves me to my own reflections.
Towards four o'clock a big ship is reported about six miles off to the east, coming in our direction.

She is moving rapidly and grows perceptibly larger.