Falling in with him was certainly a great bit of luck.

But how this confounded compass wabbles, and how the schooner jumps off her course if I lift my eyes from it for a single instant.

I don't see why she can't go straight if I hold the tiller perfectly still.

There's a star dead ahead, and I guess I'll steer by it.

Then I can keep the sharp lookout White spoke of at the same time." Thus deciding, the anxious helmsman fixed his gaze upon the newly risen star that he had just discovered, and wondered admiringly at its rapid increase in brilliancy.