This time there was no uproar. McCoy's presence, the surety and calm that seemed to radiate from him, had had its effect. They conferred with one another in low voices. There was little urging. They were virtually unanimous, and they shoved the Cockney out as their spokesman. That worthy was overwhelmed with consciousness of the heroism of himself and his mates, and with flashing eyes he cried:
"By Gawd! If 'e will, we will!"
The crew mumbled its assent and started forward.
"One moment, Captain," McCoy said, as the other was turning to give orders to the mate. "I must go ashore first."
Mr. Konig was thunderstruck, staring at McCoy as if he were a madman.
"Go ashore!" the captain cried. "What for? It will take you three hours to get there in your canoe."
McCoy measured the distance of the land away, and nodded.
