CHAPTER XV.
THE WRECK OF THE "TEMPEST QUEEN" "What's wrong ?" asked Veath, alarmed by the agitation of the two soldiers.
"Captain Shadburn estimates that we are two hundred miles out of our course, away to the south.

It's impossible to get our bearings without the sun, and the Lord only knows where we're running to," said Hamilton, holding to the door casing.
Hugh and Lady Huntingford had joined the others by this time and were listening with blanched faces to the men in uniform.
"It's as black as ink outside," said little Lieutenant Gregory, shivering in a manner most unbecoming in a soldier.

"As long as they can keep the boat out of the trough we'll ride the waves safely, but the deuced danger lies in the reefs and little islands.

We may be dashing into one of them at this minute." "You're a cheerful hero," cried Hugh indignantly.

"What's the use of imagining a thing like that?
It's time enough to think about it when we strike the reef; and, besides, it can't help us any to cry.