"Cut away, boatswain, cut away!" shouted West, "or we shall be dragged against the rocks." Hurliguerly hurried to the bow of the _Paracuta_ to cut away the rope.
Of a sudden the knife he held was snatched out of his hand, the rope broke, and the grapnel, like a projectile, shot off in the direction of the sphinx.
At the same moment, all the articles on board the boat that were made of iron or steel--cooking utensils, arms, Endicott's stove, our knives, which were torn from out pockets--took flight after a similar fashion in the same direction, while the boat, quickening its course, brought up against the beach.
What was happening?
In order to explain these inexplicable things, were we not obliged to acknowledge that we had come into the region of those wonders which I attributed to the hallucinations of Arthur Pym?
No! These were physical facts which we had just witnessed, and not imaginary phenomenal! We had, however, no time for reflection, and immediately upon our landing, our attention was turned in another direction by the sight of a boat lying wrecked upon the sand.
"The _Halbrane's_ boat!" cried Hurliguerly.

It was indeed the boat which Hearne had stolen, and it was simply smashed to pieces; in a word, only the formless wreckage of a craft which has been flung against rocks by the sea, remained.
We observed immediately that all the ironwork of the boat had disappeared, down to the hinges of the rudder.

Not one trace of the metal existed.
What could be the meaning of this?
A loud call from West brought us to a little strip of beach on the right of our stranded boat.
Three corpses lay upon the stony soil, that of Hearne, that of Martin Holt, and that of one of the Falklands men.
Of the thirteen who had gone with the sealing-master, there remained only these three, who had evidently been dead some days.
What had become of the ten missing men?
Had their bodies been carried out to sea?
We searched all along the coast, into the creeks, and between the outlying rocks, but in vain.

Nothing was to be found, no traces of a camp, not even the vestiges of a landing.
"Their boat," said William Guy, "must have been struck by a drifting iceberg.

The rest of Hearne's companions have been drowned, and only these three bodies have come ashore, lifeless." "But," asked the boatswain, "how is the state the boat is in to be explained ?" "And especially," added West, "the disappearance of all the iron ?" "Indeed," said I, "it looks as though every bit had been violently torn off." Leaving the _Paracuta_ in the charge of two men, we again took our way to the interior, in order to extend our search over a wider expanse.
As we were approaching the huge mound the mist cleared away, and the form stood out with greater distinctness.