A VANISHED CONTINENT
THE next morning, the 19th of February, I saw the Canadian enter my room. I expected this visit. He looked very disappointed.
"Well, sir?" said he.
"Well, Ned, fortune was against us yesterday."
"Yes; that Captain must needs stop exactly at the hour we intended leaving his vessel."
"Yes, Ned, he had business at his banker's."
"Or rather his banking-house; by that I mean the ocean, where his riches are safer than in the chests of the State."
I then related to the Canadian the incidents of the preceding night, hoping to bring him back to the idea of not abandoning the Captain; but my recital had no other result than an energetically expressed regret from Ned, that he had not been able to take a walk on the battlefield of Vigo on his own account.
"However," said he, "all is not ended. It is only a blow of the harpoon lost. Another time we must succeed; and to-night, if necessary-----"
"In what direction is the Nautilus going?" I asked.
"I do not know," replied Ned.