"Is there any lagoon with an entrance anywhere nearer than Hao Island?" he asked.
Konig, surreptitiously consulting chart and binnacle, and McCoy, openly and innocently consulting the binnacle, knew that they were running for Hao Island.
"We won't make Hao until ten or eleven," Captain Davenport complained at seven in the morning, when the fleeting promise of the sun had been erased by hazy cloud masses in the eastern sky.
This is the second day without observations, and we should have sighted Hao Island yesterday morning.
We are forty miles beyond Hao Island, and the wind is in our teeth."