to put one foot behind the other, and I say go on, even should we never return; only, what I wish to impress on you is this, that if we set to work imprudently, we know the risks we incur."
"And you, Garry," asked Shandon, "what is your opinion?"
"I should go right on, certainly, sir. I agree with Mr. Clawbonny. However, it rests with you entirely. Give your orders, we will obey."
"All don't say so, Garry," was Shandon's reply. "All are not in the mood to obey. Suppose they refuse? What then?"
"I have told you my mind," replied Garry, coldly, "because you asked me, but you are not obliged to follow my advice."
Shandon made no response; but after carefully scanning the horizon once more, climbed down the iceberg again, followed by his two companions.
CHAPTER XI
THE DEVIL'S THUMB
During Shandon's absence the crew had been busily engaged in various attempts to lessen the pressure of the ice. This task was entrusted to Pen, Clifton, Bolton, Gripper, and Simpson, in addition to the two engineers and the stokers, who had to take their share of work as sailors, now that their services were not required at the engine.
"I tell you what," exclaimed Pen, angrily, "I have had enough of this, and I swear that if the ice does not break up within three days, I'll fold my arms, and not do another hand's turn!"
"Fold your arms!" said Gripper; "you had far better use them to get back. Do you suppose we are inclined to stay here all the winter till next spring?"
"Truly it would be a dismal place to winter in," said Plover, "for the vessel is exposed on all sides."
"And who knows," asked Brunton the engineer, "whether the sea will be a bit more open next spring than it is to-day?"
"It isn't a question of next spring," replied Pen; "this is
