(KEENEY straightens himself like a man coming out of a trance.
MRS. KEENEY looks at the MATE with terrified eyes.)
KEENEY (dazedly—trying to collect his thoughts). A clear passage? To no'th'rd?
MATE. Yes, sir.
KEENEY (his voice suddenly grim with determination). Then get her ready and we'll drive her through.
MATE. Aye, aye, sir.
MRS. KEENEY (appealingly). David!
KEENEY (not heeding her). Will the men turn to willin' or must we drag 'em out?
MATE. They 'll turn to willin' enough. You put the fear o' God into 'em, sir. They're meek as lambs.
KEENEY. Then drive 'em—both watches. (With grim determination) They's whale t' other side o' this floe and we're going to git 'em.
MATE. Aye, aye, sir.