"Our fire is out!"
"What then?" answered Hatteras.
"If you mean to kill us with cold, you had better say so," said Shandon ironically.
"I mean," said Hatteras gravely, "to require every man to do his duty to the end."
"There's something higher than duty, captain—there's the right to one's own preservation. I repeat that the fire is out, and if it is not relighted, not one of us will be alive in two days."
"I have no fuel," answered Hatteras, with a hollow voice.
"Very well," cried Pen violently, "if you have no fuel, we must take it where we can!"
Hatteras grew pale with anger.
"Where?" said he.
"On board," answered the sailor insolently.