The half-breed's only reply was to nod his big head and betake himself to his post.
The crew returned to the camp without the least hesitation. Some lay down in their sleeping-places, others wandered about. Hearne neither tried to join them nor to go near Martin Holt.
Now that the sailors were reduced to idleness, there was nothing to do except to ponder on our critical situation, and invent some means of getting out of it.
The captain, the mate, and the boatswain formed a council, and I took part in their deliberations. Captain Len Guy began by saying,—
"We have protected our boat, and we shall continue to protect it."
"Until death," declared West.
"Who knows," said I, "whether we shall not soon be forced to embark?"
"In that case," replied the captain, "as all cannot fit into it, it will be necessary to make a selection. Lots shall determine which of us are to go, and I shall not ask to be treated differently from the others."
"We have not come to that, luckily," replied the boatswain. "The iceberg is solid, and there is no fear of its melting before winter."
"No," assented West, "that is not to be feared. What it behoves us to do is, while watching the boat, to keep an eye on the provisions."
"We are lucky," added Hurliguerly, "to have put our cargo in safety. Poor, dear Halbrane. She will remain in these seas, like the Jane, her elder sister!"
Yes, without doubt, and I thought so for many reasons, the one destroyed by the savages of Tsalal, the other by
