CHAPTER VIII.
BACK CUP.
In my opinion the _Ebba_ could have struck no other group of islands but the Bermudas in this part of the Atlantic.

This is clear from the distance covered from the American coast and the direction sailed in since we issued from Pamlico Sound.

This direction has constantly been south-southeast, and the distance, judging from the _Ebba's_ rate of speed, which has scarcely varied, is approximately seven hundred and fifty miles.
Still, the schooner does not slacken speed.

The Count d'Artigas and Engineer Serko remain aft, by the man at the wheel.

Captain Spade has gone forward.
Are we not going to leave this island, which appears to be isolated, to the west?
It does not seem likely, since it is still broad daylight, and the hour at which the _Ebba_ was timed to arrive.
All the sailors are drawn up on deck, awaiting orders, and Boatswain Effrondat is making preparations to anchor.
Ere a couple of hours have passed I shall know all about it.