CHAPTER XXXII.
FOUND OUT.
When I awoke it was broad daylight, Yawl at the helm, the sloop bowling along at a great rate before a fresh breeze.

But, to my utter surprise, there was no land in sight.
"How is this, Yawl ?" I asked; "we are out of doors.

How have you been steering ?" "The course you laid down sir, nor' by west." "That is impossible.

I am not much of a seaman, yet I know that if you had been steering nor' by west, we should have the coast under our lee, and we cannot even see the peaks of the Cordillera." "Of course you cannot; they are covered with a mist," put in Kidd.
"I see no mist; moreover, the Cordillera is visible a hundred miles away, and by good rights we should not be more than thirty or forty miles from the coast." "It's the fault of your compass, then.

The darned thing is all wrong.
Better chuck it overboard and have done with it." "If you do, I'll chuck you overboard.