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Then
Captain
Len
Guy
and
West
came
out
of
the
cavern
—
the
whole
scene
had
passed
in
less
than
a
minute
—
and
ran
down
to
the
point
,
which
they
reached
together
with
the
boatswain
,
Hardy
,
Francis
,
and
Stern
The
boat
,
which
was
drawn
by
the
current
,
was
already
some
distance
off
,
and
the
tide
was
falling
rapidly
.
West
shouldered
his
gun
and
fired
;
a
sailor
dropped
into
the
bottom
of
the
boat
.
A
second
shot
,
fired
by
Captain
Len
Guy
,
grazed
Hearne
’
s
breast
,
and
the
ball
was
lost
among
the
ice
-
blocks
at
the
moment
when
the
boat
disappeared
behind
the
iceberg
.
The
only
thing
for
us
to
do
was
to
cross
to
the
other
side
of
the
point
.
The
current
would
carry
the
wretches
thither
,
no
doubt
,
before
it
bore
them
northward
.
If
they
passed
within
range
,
and
if
a
second
shot
should
hit
Hearne
,
either
killing
or
wounding
him
,
his
companions
might
perhaps
decide
on
coming
back
to
us
.
A
quarter
of
an
hour
elapsed
.
When
the
boat
appeared
at
the
other
side
of
the
point
,
it
was
so
far
off
that
our
bullets
could
not
reach
it
.
Hearne
had
already
had
the
sail
set
,
and
the
boat
,
impelled
by
wind
and
current
jointly
,
was
soon
no
more
than
a
white
speck
on
the
face
of
the
waters
,
and
speedily
disappeared
.
The
question
of
our
wintering
on
the
land
whereon
we
had
been
thrown
was
settled
for
us
.
But
,
after
all
,
the
situation
was
not
changed
for
those
among
the
nine
(
now
only
remaining
of
the
twenty
-
three
)
who
should
not
have
drawn
the
lot
of
departure
.
Who
could
speculate
upon
the
chances
of
the
whole
nine
?
Might
not
all
of
them
have
drawn
the
lot
of
“
stay
”
?
And
,
when
every
chance
was
fully
weighed
,
was
that
of
those
who
had
left
us
the
best
?
To
this
question
there
could
be
no
answer
.
When
the
boat
had
disappeared
,
Captain
Len
Guy
and
his
companions
retraced
their
steps
towards
the
cavern
in
which
we
must
live
for
all
the
time
during
which
we
could
not
go
out
,
in
the
dread
darkness
of
the
antarctic
winter
.
My
first
thought
was
of
Dirk
Peters
,
who
,
being
wounded
,
could
not
follow
us
when
we
hurried
to
the
other
side
of
the
point
.
On
reaching
the
cavern
I
failed
to
find
the
half
-
breed
.
Was
he
severely
wounded
?
Should
we
have
to
mourn
the
death
of
this
man
who
was
as
faithful
to
us
as
to
his
“
poor
Pym
”
?
“
Let
us
search
for
him
,
Mr
.
Jeorling
!
”
cried
the
boatswain
.
“
We
will
go
together
,
”
said
the
captain
.
“
Dirk
Peters
would
never
have
forsaken
us
,
and
we
will
not
forsake
him
.
”
