“That’s the only open place in which she could find a safe refuge,” said Frank. “We return to the Norwegian fishing station.”
According to this plan, they continued on to the southward.
On the following morning the doctor was at the wheel, and Barney went on deck to examine the shore with a glass.
Warmly clothed as the Irishman was, he shivered, for the moisture over the Gulf Stream was very dense, and congealed into those fine, penetrating particles in greater profusion here than elsewhere.
They seemed to fairly go through his furs.
His eyes were protected by goggles, and he had drawn on a pair of fur overshoes, which were strapped to his legs.
Pomp had assisted him to put those pattens on with a most suspicious kind of zeal, which Barney failed to observe.
The Irishman stood at the stern for a few minutes watching the shore with his glass; then he attempted to return to the interior.
He could not budge an inch.
A look of surprise overspread his face.