The second lieutenant had the deck, and he asked him what speed the steamer was making.
"The last log showed seventeen knots an hour," replied Mr.Makepeace.
"I hope you slept well, Captain Passford," said the chief engineer, saluting him at this minute.
"I slept like a log till eight bells this morning," replied Christy.
"Mr.Makepeace reports the last log at seventeen knots," continued Paul.
"But the ship is not making revolutions enough per hour for more than fifteen, for I have got the hang of her running now.

The wind is blowing half a gale, and the canvas is giving her two knots." No events transpired on board worthy a special chronicle during the day.

The men were drilled in various exercises, and gave excellent satisfaction to their officers.

The next morning the St.Regis was off Cape Hatteras, and though it is a greater bugbear than it generally deserves, it gave the ship a taste of its quality.

The wind had hauled around to the south-west, and was blowing a lively gale.