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But André, in his impatience, was often imprudent. He had several times declared that the search for the castaways was useless, when some new trace contradicted him, and enabled Penellan to exult over him. The mate, therefore, cordially detested the helmsman, who returned his dislike heartily.
Misonne and Turquiette, tightly garrotted by their antagonists, had been thrown into a corner, and made vain efforts to break loose. Penellan rushed to their assistance, but was overturned by the two Norwegians and Aupic.
With the ray of light, a violent cold entered the cabin and seized upon everything moist, to freeze it in an instant. Penellan enlarged the opening with his cutlass, and at last was able to breathe the free air. He fell on his knees to thank God, and was soon joined by Marie and his comrades. A magnificent moon lit up the sky, but the cold was so extreme that they could not bear it.
"When Courtois comes back he'll be mightily pleased," said Pierre Nouquet. A mournful silence followed this, and Penellan apprised Pierre and Louis of their comrade's death by cold. "My friends," said Penellan, "we will wait here until the cold decreases. Have you provisions and wood?" "Yes; and we will burn what is left of the 'Froöern."
André Vasling must have hated Louis Cornbutte bitterly not to extend his hand to him, but he did not. Pierre Nouquet was wild with joy. He embraced every body; then he threw some wood into the stove, and soon a comfortable temperature was felt in the cabin. There were two men there whom neither Jean Cornbutte nor Penellan recognized.
Jean was not at home, though the house-door was open. André went into the passage, next to Marie's chamber, where the sound of an animated conversation struck his ear. He listened attentively, and recognized the voices of Penellan and Marie. The discussion had no doubt been going on for some time, for the young girl seemed to be stoutly opposing what the Breton sailor said.
"We have been driven towards the north-east," said Vasling, reckoning by the stars, which shone with wonderful brilliancy. "That would not be bad," said Penellan, "if our sledge had come with us." "Is not the sledge there?" cried Vasling. "Then we are lost!" "Let us look for it," replied Penellan. They went around the hut, which formed a block more than fifteen feet high.
"You will take that off at once, or we shall see!" "We shall see nothing," said Vasling; "my supper shall be cooked in spite of you." "You shall not eat it, then," cried Penellan, rushing upon Vasling, who seized his cutlass, crying, "Help, Norwegians! Help, Aupic!" These, in the twinkling of an eye, sprang to their feet, armed with pistols and daggers. The crisis had come.
Penellan, who walked in front, carefully sounded each depression with his iron-pointed staff. About five in the evening the fog began to thicken, and the little band were forced to stop.
He hurried up and told Penellan of this misfortune. A theft had been committed, and it was easy to recognize its authors. Louis Cornbutte then understood why the health of his enemies continued so good!
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