Before going to rest, although sleep became an imperious necessity for men who had walked fifteen miles on the ice, the doctor wished to have a few serious words with his companions about the dangers of their situation.
"We are only at latitude 82°," he said, "and our supplies are already running short."
"A reason for losing no time," answered Hatteras; "we must push on; the strong can draw the feeble."
"Shall we find a ship when we get there?" asked Bell, who was much depressed by the fatigue of the journey.
"Why doubt it?" said Johnson; "the American's safety depends on ours."
To make sure, the doctor was anxious to question Altamont again. He could speak easily, although his voice was weak; he confirmed all the statements he had already made; he repeated that the ship was aground on some granite rocks, where it could not stir, and that it lay in longitude 120° 15', and latitude 83° 35'.
"We can't doubt this statement," resumed the doctor; "the difficulty is not whether the Porpoise is there, but the way of getting to her."
"How much food have we left?" asked Hatteras.
"Enough for three days at the outside," answered the doctor.
"Well, we must get to her in three days," said the captain, firmly.