"And the log is lost!" Old Tom showed the end of the rope which remained in his hand.
It was only too true.

It was not the fastening which had failed.

The rope had broken in the middle.

And, nevertheless, that rope was of the first quality.

It must have been, then, that the strands of the rope at the point of rupture were singularly worn! They were, in fact, and Dick Sand could tell that when he had the end of the rope in his hands! But had they become so by use?
was what the novice, become suspicious, asked himself.
However that was, the log was now lost, and Dick Sand had no longer any means of telling exactly the speed of his ship.