along there, even if it was getting late enough in the season for the big liners to take the route to the southward for fear of the very ice which had brought them to grief.
"Oh, yes," said the crowd, when they were full up with food, "we're all right."
Nevertheless the fog did not cheer them up to any great extent, and when it showed signs of lasting all day they grew less happy.
"A hundred vessels might pass us in this," said Ward, who for all his bigness had much less endurance than the skipper, and was now hardly more cheerful than old Mac. "I wish I was out of it."
"Oh, wish again," retorted Spink contemptuously. "Do you know. Ward, that you make me tired? What do you get by howlin' and growlin'? I know this is goin' to come out all right, and I won't be discouraged by any silly jaw of a man that ought to know better. Shut up."
And to Day's surprise Ward shut up. At that very moment there came a bellow from Billings, who had relieved Lim'us in the boat.
"Berg, ahoy!" roared Billings.
"Hallo!" replied the skipper. "What's the matter now?"
