to the deck. "We've missed Mangareva. God knows where the next land is. I wish I'd held her up that other half-point," he confessed a moment later. "This cursed current plays the devil with a navigator."
"The old navigators called the Paumotus the Dangerous Archipelago," McCoy said, when they had regained the poop. "This very current was partly responsible for that name."
"I was talking with a sailor chap in Sydney, once," said Mr. Konig. "He'd been trading in the Paumotus. He told me insurance was eighteen per cent. Is that right?"
McCoy smiled and nodded.
"Except that they don't insure," he explained. "The owners write off twenty per cent of the cost of their schooners each year."
"My God!" Captain Davenport groaned. "That makes the life of a schooner only five years!"
