ii
“Not much change,” said Martin. Evans had been in the engine room with Duval since lunch. It was two o’clock now and snow still swept over the water.
Evans looked gloomily at the whiteness. Martin watched him closely to see what his reactions were. Evans only frowned.
To the south the snow flurries were thinning a little and they could see the dark outline of Kulak. They had been abeam the island for over an hour.
“Kulak,” remarked Evans.
“We’ve been in sight of it since one.”
“A lot of good harbors there,” said Evans.
“Thinking of anchoring, maybe?”
“I’m always thinking of anchoring.” Evans walked over to the compass and watched it.
Martin yawned. The monotony of waiting was beginning to get on his nerves.