The men tried to row with the splinters, and had them shot out of their hands.
Kelly ripped up a bottom board and began paddling, but dropped it with a cry of pain as its splinters drove into his hands.

Then they gave up, letting the boat drift till a second boat, sent from the shore by Wolf Larsen, took them in tow and brought them aboard.
Late that afternoon we hove up anchor and got away.

Nothing was before us but the three or four months' hunting on the sealing grounds.

The outlook was black indeed, and I went about my work with a heavy heart.
An almost funereal gloom seemed to have descended upon the _Ghost_.

Wolf Larsen had taken to his bunk with one of his strange, splitting headaches.