You see, Master Leigh, I still keep to Captain Martin's terms, and count by knots instead of by leagues.
The tide is giving us another two knots.

I reckon that, at the rate we are going, we shall keep it pretty nearly down to the mouth of the river.

Seven and two are nine, and as I have just been looking up the chart, and as I find that it is but thirty-seven from the village where we started, we shall do it in five hours at the outside.
"The river is wide at the mouth, and by heading south directly we get there, and running so for a couple of miles before we put straight out to sea, there will be no chance whatever of our being seen.

Once away, we shall of course lay a course inside the islands till we are off Finisterre; then we can either strike out into the Channel, or coast along as far as Cape la Hague, and thence sail straight for Poole.

But there is no occasion to discuss that, at present." Satisfied with the assurance of the captain, Leigh turned in again at two o'clock, and this time slept soundly.