But she's a heavy old craft, and that's a fact, though even now she might do a knot or two an hour if she had a hurricane behind her.

But what is it, Amos ?" The young hunter was standing with his ear slanting, his head bent forwards, and his eyes glancing sideways like a man who listens intently.

He was about to answer when De Catinat gave a cry and pointed to the back of the cave.
"Look at the crack now." It had widened by a foot since they had noticed it last, until it was now no longer a crack.

It was a pass.
"Let us go through," said the captain.
"It can but come out on the other side." "Then let us see the other side." He led the way and the other two followed him.

It was very dark as they advanced, with high dripping ice walls on either side and one little zigzagging slit of blue sky above their heads.