"And what do you conclude from this?"
"That they are moving icebergs."
"Icebergs?"
"Sure enough, Mr. Jeorling."
Was not the boatswain mistaken? Were we in for a disappointment? Were there only drifting ice-mountains in the distance instead of a shore?
Presently, there was no doubt on the subject; for some time past the crew had no longer believed in the existence of land in that direction.
Ten minutes afterwards, the man in the crow's-nest announced that several icebergs were coming from the north-west, in an oblique direction, into the course of the Halbrane.
This news produced a great sensation on board. Our last hope was suddenly extinguished. And what a blow to Captain Len Guy! We should have to seek this land of the austral zone under higher latitudes without being sure of ever coming across it!
And then the cry, "Back ship! back ship!" resounded almost unanimously on board the Halbrane.
Yes, indeed, the recruits from the Falklands were demanding that we should turn back, although Hearne was not there to fan the flame of insubordination, and I must acknowledge that the greater part of the old tars seemed to agree with them.
West awaited his chief's orders, not daring to impose silence.
Gratian was at the helm, ready to give a turn to the wheel, whilst his comrades with their hands on the cleats were preparing to ease off the sheets.
Dirk Peters remained immovable, leaning against the
