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“
Hallo
,
sailors
!
”
cried
the
captain
.
“
Hallo
!
”
repeated
West
,
“
stop
there
,
or
we
fire
on
the
first
who
goes
a
step
farther
!
”
Both
threatened
the
men
with
their
pistols
.
The
boatswain
pointed
his
gun
at
them
.
I
held
my
rifle
,
ready
to
fire
.
It
was
in
vain
!
The
frenzied
men
heard
nothing
,
would
not
hear
anything
,
and
one
of
them
fell
,
struck
by
the
mate
’
s
bullet
,
just
as
he
was
crossing
the
last
block
.
He
was
unable
to
catch
on
to
the
bank
with
his
hands
,
and
slipping
on
the
frozen
slope
,
he
disappeared
in
the
abyss
.
Was
this
the
beginning
of
a
massacre
?
Would
others
let
themselves
be
killed
at
this
place
?
Would
the
old
hands
side
with
the
new
-
comers
?
At
that
moment
I
remarked
that
Hardy
,
Martin
Holt
,
Francis
Bury
,
and
Stern
hesitated
about
coming
over
to
our
side
,
while
Hearne
,
still
standing
motionless
at
some
distance
,
gave
no
encouragement
to
the
rebels
.
However
,
we
could
not
allow
them
to
become
masters
of
the
boat
,
to
bring
it
down
,
to
embark
ten
or
twelve
men
,
and
to
abandon
us
to
our
certain
fate
on
this
iceberg
.
They
had
almost
reached
the
boat
,
heedless
of
danger
and
deaf
to
threats
,
when
a
second
report
was
heard
,
and
one
of
the
sailors
fell
,
by
a
bullet
from
the
boatswain
’
s
gun
.
One
American
and
one
Fuegian
less
to
be
numbered
amongst
the
sealing
-
master
’
s
partisans
!
Then
,
in
front
of
the
boat
,
a
man
appeared
.
It
was
Dirk
Peters
,
who
had
climbed
the
opposite
slope
.
The
half
-
breed
put
one
of
his
enormous
hands
on
the
stern
and
with
the
other
made
a
sign
to
the
furious
men
to
clear
off
.
Dirk
Peters
being
there
,
we
no
longer
needed
our
arms
,
as
he
alone
would
suffice
to
protect
the
boat
.
