"An it please you, sir——"
"No."
"Ah, well," Toby agreed, "I'll wait 'til I'm cozy an' warm aboard ship."
"That's better," said Archie.
Billy Topsail shuddered. Toby's imagination—ghosts and dead men—had frightened him.
"It is!" he declared.
[CHAPTER XXXVIII]
In Which the Wind Blows a Tempest, Our Heroes are Lost on the Floe, Jonathan Farr is Encased in Snow and Frozen Spindrift, Toby Strangely Disappears, and an Heroic Fight for Life is Begun, Wrapped in Bitter Dark