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"
It
was
a
seal-hunting
boat
,
"
she
replied
,
"
and
you
know
perfectly
well
that
if
the
men
had
escaped
they
would
have
been
back
to
make
their
fortunes
from
the
rookery
.
You
know
they
never
escaped
.
"
I
remained
silent
,
undecided
.
"
Besides
,
"
she
added
haltingly
,
"
it
's
your
idea
,
and
I
want
to
see
you
succeed
.
"
Now
I
could
harden
my
heart
.
As
soon
as
she
put
it
on
a
flattering
personal
basis
,
generosity
compelled
me
to
deny
her
.
"
Better
years
on
the
island
than
to
die
to-night
,
or
to-morrow
,
or
the
next
day
,
in
the
open
boat
.
We
are
not
prepared
to
brave
the
sea
.
We
have
no
food
,
no
water
,
no
blankets
,
nothing
.
Why
,
you
'd
not
survive
the
night
without
blankets
:
I
know
how
strong
you
are
.
You
are
shivering
now
.
"
"
It
is
only
nervousness
,
"
she
answered
.
"
I
am
afraid
you
will
cast
off
the
masts
in
spite
of
me
.
"
"
Oh
,
please
,
please
,
Humphrey
,
do
n't
!
"
she
burst
out
,
a
moment
later
.
And
so
it
ended
,
with
the
phrase
she
knew
had
all
power
over
me
.
We
shivered
miserably
throughout
the
night
.
Now
and
again
I
fitfully
slept
,
but
the
pain
of
the
cold
always
aroused
me
.
How
Maud
could
stand
it
was
beyond
me
.
I
was
too
tired
to
thrash
my
arms
about
and
warm
myself
,
but
I
found
strength
time
and
again
to
chafe
her
hands
and
feet
to
restore
the
circulation
.
And
still
she
pleaded
with
me
not
to
cast
off
the
masts
.
About
three
in
the
morning
she
was
caught
by
a
cold
cramp
,
and
after
I
had
rubbed
her
out
of
that
she
became
quite
numb
.
I
was
frightened
.
I
got
out
the
oars
and
made
her
row
,
though
she
was
so
weak
I
thought
she
would
faint
at
every
stroke
.
Morning
broke
,
and
we
looked
long
in
the
growing
light
for
our
island
.
At
last
it
showed
,
small
and
black
,
on
the
horizon
,
fully
fifteen
miles
away
.
I
scanned
the
sea
with
my
glasses
.
Far
away
in
the
south-west
I
could
see
a
dark
line
on
the
water
,
which
grew
even
as
I
looked
at
it
.
"
Fair
wind
!
"
I
cried
in
a
husky
voice
I
did
not
recognize
as
my
own
.
