There, just rounding the island which had previously hidden her from our sight, we saw a little ship flying the Chilian flag.
"We tried to cheer, but excitement had gripped our vocal chords.
Macklin had made a rush for the flagstaff, previously placed in the most conspicuous position on the ice-slope.

The running-gear would not work, and the flag was frozen into a solid, compact mass so he tied his jersey to the top of the pole for a signal.
"Wild put a pick through our last remaining tin of petrol, and soaking coats, mitts, and socks with it, carried them to the top of Penguin Hill at the end of our spit, and soon, they were ablaze.
"Meanwhile most of us had gathered on the foreshore watching with anxious eyes for any signs that the ship had seen us, or for any answering signals.

As we stood and gazed she seemed to turn away as if she had not seen us.

Again and again we cheered, though our feeble cries could certainly not have carried so far.

Suddenly she stopped, a boat was lowered, and we could recognize Sir Ernest's figure as he climbed down the ladder.