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Meanwhile blood flowed amid the groans and cries. Turquiette, thrown down by Jocki, a man of immense strength, had received a wound in the shoulder, and he tried in vain to clutch a pistol which hung in the Norwegian's belt. The latter held him as in a vice, and it was impossible for him to move. At Vasling's cry for help, who was being held by Penellan close against the door, Herming rushed up.
"And no doubt dashed into a thousand pieces," said the mate, "as her crew could not manage her." "But these ice-fields," returned Penellan, "gave her an easy means of reaching land, from which she could not have been far distant." "Let us hope so," said Jean Cornbutte, interrupting the discussion, which was daily renewed between the mate and the helmsman. "I think we shall see land before long."
Since the June solstice, the spirals which it had described descended lower and lower; and it would soon disappear altogether. The crew hastened to make the necessary preparations. Penellan supervised the whole.
Gradlin! where are you?" "Here I am!" responded Turquiette, shaking off the snow with which he was covered. "This way, Vasling," cried Cornbutte to the mate. "And Gradlin?" "Present, captain. But we are lost!" shouted Gradlin, in fright. "No!" said Penellan. "Perhaps we are saved!" Hardly had he uttered these words when a frightful cracking noise was heard.
He spoke of it to Penellan; he recalled several incidents which completely enlightened him regarding his mate's intentions; André Vasling loved Marie, and reckoned on asking her uncle for her hand, as soon as it was proved beyond doubt that the castaways were irrevocably lost; they would return then to Dunkirk, and André Vasling would be well satisfied to wed a rich and pretty girl, who would then be the sole heiress of Jean Cornbutte.
"You will set us all a good example, for you have still as much vigour as experience." "Well, my friends, good-bye till to-morrow. Go on board and make the final arrangements. Good-bye, André; good-bye, Penellan." The mate and the sailor went out together, and Jean and Marie remained alone. Many bitter tears were shed during that sad evening.
I see a point of land which will shelter us splendidly from the north-east wind." "Come along, boys!" said Jean Cornbutte. His companions followed him, and they soon rejoined Penellan. The sailor had said what was true. An elevated point of land jutted out like a promontory, and curving towards the coast, formed a little inlet of a mile in width at most.
"Those animals," returned Cornbutte, "give every evidence of having been already visited by men; for in places totally uninhabited they would not be so wild." "None but Greenlanders frequent these parts," said André Vasling. "I see no trace of their passage, however; neither any encampment nor the smallest hut," said Penellan, who had climbed up a high peak. "O captain!" he continued, "come here!
Marie!" cried Penellan, seizing the young girl's hands. "We are in a bad case!" said Misonne. "And I know not whether we shall escape," replied Aupic. "Let us quit this snow-house!" said André Vasling. "Impossible!" returned Penellan. "The cold outside is terrible; perhaps we can bear it by staying here." "Give me the thermometer," demanded Vasling. Aupic handed it to him.
"There it is!" cried Marie. "See those mountains!" "No, my child," replied her uncle. "Those are mountains of ice, the first we have met with. They would shatter us like glass if we got entangled between them. Penellan and Vasling, overlook the men." These floating masses, more than fifty of which now appeared at the horizon, came nearer and nearer to the brig.
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