Nothing more could be done at that moment, and the men turned in again; but there was little sleep.

Each time I came to the end of my beat on the floe I could just see in the darkness the uprearing piles of pressure-ice, which toppled over and narrowed still further the little floating island we occupied.

I did not notice at the time that my tent, which had been on the wrong side of the crack, had not been erected again.
Hudson and James had managed to squeeze themselves into other tents, and Hurley had wrapped himself in the canvas of No.

1 tent.

I discovered this about 5 a.m.