CHAPTER XIII.
Captain Doane worked hard, pursuing the sun in its daily course through the sky, by the equation of time correcting its aberrations due to the earth's swinging around the great circle of its orbit, and charting Sumner lines innumerable, working assumed latitudes for position until his head grew dizzy.
Simon Nishikanta sneered openly at what he considered the captain's inefficient navigation, and continued to paint water-colours when he was serene, and to shoot at whales, sea-birds, and all things hurtable when he was downhearted and sea-sore with disappointment at not sighting the Lion's Head peak of the Ancient Mariner's treasure island.
"I'll show I ain't a pincher," Nishikanta announced one day, after having broiled at the mast-head for five hours of sea-searching.

"Captain Doane, how much could we have bought extra chronometers for in San Francisco--good second-hand ones, I mean ?" "Say a hundred dollars," the captain answered.
"Very well.

And this ain't a piker's proposition.

The cost of such a chronometer would have been divided between the three of us.

I stand for its total cost.