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      “Nevertheless, such was the fate of the Fox, almost in these same quarters. Never mind,” continued the doctor, “we shall get through with a little philosophy. Believe me, that is worth all the engines in the world.”

      “You must acknowledge,” replied Shandon, “that the year doesn’t begin under very favourable auspices.”

      “That is incontestable, and I notice that Baffin’s Sea has a tendency to return to the same state in which it was before 1817.”

      “Then you think, doctor, that the present state of things has not always existed?”

      “Yes; from time to time there are vast breakings up which scientific men can scarcely explain; thus, up to 1817 this sea was constantly obstructed, when suddenly an immense cataclysm took place which drove back these icebergs into the ocean, the great part of which were stranded on Newfoundland Bank. From that time Baffin’s Bay has been almost free, and has become the haunt of numerous whalers.”

      “Then, since that epoch, voyages to the north have been easier?”

      “Incomparably so; but for the last few years it has been observed that the bay has a tendency to be closed up again, and according to investigations made by navigators, it may probably be so for a long time—a still greater reason for us to go on as far as possible. Just now we look like people who get into unknown galleries, the doors of which are always shut behind them.”

      “Do you advise me to back out?” asked Shandon, endeavouring to read the answer in the doctor’s eyes.

      “I! I have never known how to take a step backward, and should we never return, I say ‘Go ahead.’ However, I should like to make known to you that if we do anything imprudent, we know very well what we are exposed to.”

      “Well, Garry, what do you think about it?” asked Shandon of the sailor.

      “I? Commander, I should go on; I’m of the same opinion as Mr. Clawbonny; but you do as you please; command, and we will obey.”

      “They don’t all speak like you, Garry,” replied Shandon. “They aren’t all in an obedient humour! Suppose they were to refuse to execute my orders?”

      “Commander,” replied Garry coldly, “I have given you my advice because you asked me for it; but you are not obliged to act upon it.”

      Shandon did not reply; he attentively examined the horizon, and descended with his two companions on to the icefield.

CHAPTER XI

      THE DEVIL’S THUMB

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      During the commander’s absence the men had gone through divers works in order to make the ship fit to avoid the pressure of the icefields. Pen, Clifton, Gripper, Bolton, and Simpson were occupied in this laborious work; the stoker and the two engineers were even obliged to come to the aid of their comrades, for, from the instant they were not wanted at the engine, they again became sailors, and, as such, they could be employed in all kinds of work on board. But this was not accomplished without a great deal of grumbling.

      “I’ll tell you what,” said Pen, “I’ve had enough of it, and if in three days the breaking up isn’t come, I’ll swear to God that I’ll chuck up!”

      “You’ll chuck up?” replied Gripper; “you’d do better to help us to back out. Do you think we are in the humour to winter here till next year?”

      “To tell you the truth, it would be a dreary winter,” said Plover, “for the ship is exposed from every quarter.”

      “And who knows,” added Brunton, “if even next spring we should find the sea freer than it is now?”

      “We aren’t talking about next spring,” said Pen; “to-day’s Thursday; if next Sunday morning the road ain’t clear, we’ll back out south.”

      “That’s the ticket!” cried Clifton.

      “Are you all agreed?” said Pen.

      “Yes,” answered all his comrades.

      “That’s right enough,” answered Warren, “for if we are obliged to work like this, hauling the ship by the strength of our arms, my advice is to backwater.”

      “We’ll see about that on Sunday,” answered Wolsten.

      “As soon as I get the order,” said Brunton, “I’ll soon get my steam up.”

      “Or we’d manage to get it up ourselves,” said Clifton.

      “If any of the officers,” said Pen, “wants to have the pleasure of wintering here, we’ll let him. He can build himself a snow-hut like the Esquimaux.”

      “Nothing of the kind, Pen,” replied Brunton; “we won’t leave anybody. You understand that, you others. Besides, I don’t think it would be difficult to persuade the commander; he already seems very uncertain, and if we were quietly to propose it–-“

      “I don’t know that,” said Plover; “Richard Shandon is a hard, headstrong man, and we should have to sound him carefully.”

      “When I think,” replied Bolton, with a covetous sigh, “that in a month we might be back in Liverpool; we could soon clear the southern ice-line. The pass in Davis’s Straits will be open in the beginning of June, and we shall only have to let ourselves drift into the Atlantic.”

      “Besides,” said the prudent Clifton, “if we bring back the commander with us, acting under his responsibility, our pay and bounty money will be sure; whilst if we return alone it won’t be so certain.”

      “That’s certain!” said Plover; “that devil of a Clifton speaks like a book. Let us try to have nothing to explain to the Admiralty; it’s much safer to leave no one behind us.”

      “But if the officers refuse to follow us?” replied Pen, who wished to push his comrades to an extremity.

      To such a question they were puzzled to reply.

      “We shall see about it when the time comes,” replied Bolton; “besides, it would be enough to win Richard Shandon over to our side. We shall have no difficulty about that.”

      “Anyhow,” said Pen, swearing, “there’s something I’ll leave here if I get an arm eaten in the attempt.”

      “Ah! you mean the dog,” said Plover.

      “Yes, the dog; and before long I’ll settle his hash!”

      “The more so,” replied Clifton, coming back to his favourite theme, “that the dog is the cause of all our misfortunes.”

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