The inverted compass, which was fastened by a copper ferule to the woodwork of the cabin, broke off and fell on the floor.
It was not seen till the next day.
How had the ferule come to break.
It was inexplicable enough.
It was possible, however, that it was oxydized, and that the pitching and rolling had broken it from the woodwork.
Now, indeed, the sea had been rougher during the night.
However it was, the compass was broken in such a manner that it could not be repaired.
Dick Sand was much thwarted.
Henceforth he was reduced to trust solely to the compass in the binnacle.
Very evidently no one was responsible for the breaking of the second compass, but it might have sad consequences.
The novice then took every precaution to keep the other compass beyond the reach of every accident.
Till then, with that exception, all went well on board the "Pilgrim."
Mrs. Weldon, seeing Dick Sand's calmness, had regained confidence.
It was not that she had ever yielded to despair. Above all, she counted on the goodness of God. Also, as a sincere and pious Catholic, she comforted herself by prayer.
Dick Sand had arranged so as to remain at the helm during the night.
He slept five or six hours in the day, and that seemed enough for him, as he did not feel too much fatigued.
During this time Tom or his son Bat took his place at the wheel of the helm, and, thanks to his counsels, they were gradually becoming passable steersmen.
Often Mrs. Weldon and the novice talked to each other.
Dick Sand willingly took advice from this intelligent and courageous woman.
Each day he showed her on the ship's chart the course run, which he took by reckoning, taking into account only the direction and the speed of the ship.
"See, Mrs. Weldon," he often repeated to her, "with these winds blowing, we cannot fail to reach the coast of South America.
I should not like to affirm it, but I verily believe that when our vessel shall arrive in sight of land, it will not be far from Valparaiso."
Mrs. Weldon could not doubt the direction of the vessel was right, favored above all by those winds from the northwest.
But how far the "Pilgrim" still seemed to be from the American coast!
How many dangers between her and the firm land, only counting those which might come from a change in the state of the sea and the sky!
Jack, indifferent like children of his age, had returned to his usual games, running on the deck, amusing himself with Dingo.
He found, of course, that his friend Dick was less with him than formerly; but his mother had made him understand that they must leave the young novice entirely to his occupations. Little Jack had given up to these reasons, and no longer disturbed "Captain Sand."
So passed life on board.
The blacks did their work intelligently, and each day became more skilful in the sailor's craft.
Tom was naturally the boatswain, and it was he, indeed, whom his companions would have chosen for that office.
He commanded the watch while the novice rested, and he had with him his son Bat and Austin. Acteon and Hercules formed the other watch, under Dick Sand's direction.
By this means, while one steered, the others watched at the prow.
Even though these parts were deserted, and no collision was really to be feared, the novice exacted a rigorous watch during the night.
He never sailed without having his lights in position—a green light on the starboard, a red light on the larboard—and in that he acted wisely.
All the time, during those nights which Dick Sand passed entirely at the helm, he occasionally felt an irresistible heaviness over him. His hand then steered by pure instinct.
It was the effect of a fatigue of which he did not wish to take account.
Now, it happened that during the night of the 13th to the 14th of February, that Dick Sand was very tired, and was obliged to take a few hours' rest.
He was replaced at the helm by old Tom.
The sky was covered with thick clouds, which had gathered with the evening, under the influence of the cold air.
It was then very dark, and it was impossible to distinguish the high sails lost in the darkness.
Hercules and Acteon were on watch on the forecastle.
Aft, the light from the binnacle only gave a faint gleam, which the metallic apparatus of the wheel reflected softly.
The ship's lanterns throwing their lights laterally, left the deck of the vessel in profound darkness.
Toward three o'clock in the morning, a kind of hypnotic phenomenon took place, of which old Tom was not even conscious. His eves, which were fixed too long on a luminous point of the binnacle, suddenly lost the power of vision, and he fell into a true an?sthetic sleep.
Not only was he incapable of seeing, but if one had touched or pinched him hard he would probably have felt nothing.
So he did not see a shadow which glided over the deck.
It was Negoro.
Arrived aft, the head cook placed under the binnacle a pretty heavy object which he held in hand.
Then, after observing for an instant the luminous index of the compass, he retired without having been seen.
If, the next day, Dick Sand had perceived that object placed by Negoro under the binnacle, he might have hastened to take it away. In fact, it was a piece of iron, whose influence had just altered the indications of the compass.