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¡¡¡¡'And now we are no longer traveling toward Japan,' I answered. 'Our drift is to the southeast, or south-southeast, at the rate of at least two miles an hour.' ¡¡¡¡'That will be only twenty-four miles,' she urged, 'if the wind remains high all night.' ¡¡¡¡'Yes, and only one hundred and forty miles if it continues for three days and nights.' ¡¡¡¡'But it won't continue,' she said, with easy confidence. 'It will turn around and blow fair.' ¡¡¡¡'The sea is the great faithless one.' ¡¡¡¡'But the wind!' she retorted. 'I have heard you grow eloquent over the brave trade-wind.' sextant,' I said, still gloomily. 'Sailing one direction, drifting another direction, to say nothing of the set of the current in some third direction, makes a resultant which dead-reckoning can never calculate. Before long we shall not know where we are by five hundred miles.' ¡¡¡¡Then I begged her pardon and promised I would not be disheartened any more. At her solicitation, I let her take the watch till midnight- it was then nine o'clock; but