They did not even think of taking a minute's rest.

Forgetting everything but their chief, hoping or wishing to hope on, they continued to walk up and down on this sterile spot, always returning to its northern point, where they could approach nearest to the scene of the catastrophe.

They listened, they called, and then uniting their voices, they endeavored to raise even a louder shout than before, which would be transmitted to a great distance.

The wind had now fallen almost to a calm, and the noise of the sea began also to subside.

One of Neb's shouts even appeared to produce an echo.