"No more than you do," McCoy said gently.
At four in the afternoon cocoanut trees were sighted, apparently growing out of the water. A little later the low land of an atoll was raised above the sea.
"I know where we are now, Captain." McCoy lowered the glasses from his eyes. "That's Resolution Island. We are forty miles beyond Hao Island, and the wind is in our teeth."
"Get ready to beach her then. Where's the entrance?"
"There's only a canoe passage. But now that we know where we are, we can run for Barclay de Tolley. It is only one hundred and twenty miles from here, due nor'-nor'west. With this breeze we can be there by nine o'clock tomorrow morning."
Captain Davenport consulted the chart and debated with himself.
"If we wreck her here," McCoy added, "we'd have to make the run to Barclay de Tolley in the boats just the same."
