The crew, of course, did not think. They were not paid to do so. All that was the officers' business. It hardly occurred to them that the ice on which they stood wasn't likely to last for ever. In the warmth of the sun they forgot the discomforts of the past night, and did not think of the night to come. But Ward did, and he was still very gloomy on the situation.
"Just as she spilt us," said Ward, "I was askin' you your opinion of your luck. What do you think of it now? Perhaps you'll use that regal authority of a skipper to get us out of the hole you've got us in."
If ever any skipper had the right to be justly indignant, Spink thought he was that man.
"The hole I got you in! I like that, oh, I do like that. Who was it, I ask, that pestered me to go half speed, and almost wept till I said 'Have your own way, you cross-eyed swine'?"
"You never addressed them words to me," said Ward truculently, "or I'd have given you what for, and well you know it."
Spink shook his head.
"I ain't sayin' that I used them very words," he urged, "all I mean is that that was what I meant when I let you have your own silly
