Finally, it was agreed that the current tended rather to carry the iceberg towards the northern point of land.
"After all," said Captain Len Guy, "if it is habitable during the months of the summer season, it does not look like being inhabited, since we cannot descry a human being on the shore." "Let us bear in mind, captain," said I, "that the iceberg is not calculated to attract attention as the _Halbrane_ would have done." "Evidently, Mr.Jeorling; and the natives, if there were any, would have been collected on the beach to see the _Halbrane_ already." "We must not conclude, captain, because we do not see any natives--" "Certainly not, Mr.Jeorling; but you will agree with me that the aspect of this land is very unlike that of Tsalal Island when the fane reached it; there is nothing here but desolation and barrenness." "I acknowledge that--barrenness and desolation, that is all.
Nevertheless, I want to ask you whether it is your intention to go ashore, captain ?" "With the boat ?" "With the boat, should the current carry cur iceberg away from the land." "We have not an hour to lose, Mr.Jeorling, and the delay of a few hours might condemn us to a cruel winter stay, if we arrived too late at the iceberg barrier." "And, considering the distance, we are not too soon," observed West.
"I grant it," I replied, still persisting.

"But, to leave this land behind us without ever having set foot on it, without having made sure that it does not preserve the traces of an encampment, if your brother, captain--his companions--" Captain Len Guy shook his head.

How could the castaways have supported life in this desolate region for several months?
Besides, the British flag was hoisted on the summit of the iceberg, and William Guy would have recognized it and come down to the shore had he been living.
No one.

No one.
At this moment, West, who had been observing certain points of approach, said,-- "Let us wait a little before we come to a decision.

In less than an hour we shall be able to decide.