will obey your orders, whatever they may be! It is our duty not to forsake William Guy and the others so long as any chance of saving them remains."
The boatswain paused for a moment, while several of the sailors gave unequivocal signs of approbation.
"As for what concerns Arthur Pym—"
"There is no question of Arthur Pym," struck in the captain, "but only of my brother William and his companions."
I saw at this moment that Dirk Peters was about to protest, and caught hold of his arm. He shook with anger, but kept silence.
The captain continued his questioning of the men, desiring to know by name all those upon whom he might reckon. The old crew to a man acquiesced in his proposals, and pledged themselves to obey his orders implicitly and follow him whithersoever he chose to go.
Three only of the recruits joined those faithful seamen; these were English sailors. The others were of Hearne's opinion, holding that for them the campaign was ended at Tsalal Island. They therefore refused to go beyond that point, and formally demanded that the ship should be steered northward so as to clear the icebergs at the most favourable period of the season.
Twenty men were on their side, and to constrain them to lend a hand to the working of the ship if she were to be diverted to the south would have been to provoke them to rebel. There was but one resource: to arouse their covetousness, to strike the chord of self-interest.
I intervened, therefore, and addressed them in a tone which placed the seriousness of my proposal beyond a doubt.
"Men of the Halbrane, listen to me! Just as various
