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one had to adapt one's course to the ice, to row round and round and backwards.
"There's a bit of ice making straight for us now."
Thus Prokop, and he pulled back and let pass a regular ice-floe, which swam by with a singular rocking motion and a sound that Fishel had never seen or heard before. And then he began to understand what a wild adventure this journey was, and he would have given goodness knows what to be safe on shore, even on the one they had left.
"0, you see that?" asked Prokop, and pointed up- stream.
Fishel raised his eyes slowly, was afraid of moving much, and looked and looked, and saw nothing but water, water, and water.
"There's a big one coming down on us now, we must make a dash for it, for it's too late to row back."
So said Prokop, and rowed away with both hands, and the boat glided and slid like a fish through the water, and Fishel felt cold in every limb. He would have liked to question, but was afraid of interfering. However, again Prokop spoke of himself.
"If we don't win by a minute, it will be the worse for us."
Fishel can now no longer contain himself, and asks:
"How do you mean, the worse?"
"We shall be done for," says Prokop.
"Done for?"
"Done for."
"How do you mean, done for?" persists Fishel.
"I mean, it will grind us."
"Grind us?"
