"Friend Tomlinson, it is not my way to give my orders more than once.

Push off, I say!" The mate thrust her out with a boat-hook.

Amos and De Catinat gave a cry of dismay, but the stolid New Englanders settled down to their oars and pulled off for the iceberg.
"Amos! Amos! Will you suffer it ?" cried the guardsman in French.
"My honour will not permit me to leave him thus.

I should feel it a stain for ever." "Tomlinson, you would not leave him! Go on board and force him to come." "The man is not living who could force him to do what he had no mind for." "He may change his purpose." "He never changes his purpose." "But you cannot leave him, man! You must at least lie by and pick him up." "The boat leaks like a sieve," said the mate.

"I will take her to the berg, leave you all there, if we can find footing, and go back for the captain.