It was uttered by many throats, and in the uncanny, whitish gloom it seemed to be on all sides of them.

Then shouts and shots both ceased and the heavy silence came again.
"Now is our time," whispered Henry.

"Paul, steer southward.

Jim, you and Tom row, and Sol and I will be ready with the guns.

Keep your heads down as low as you can." Jim Hart and Tom Ross took the oars, pulling them through the water with extreme caution and slowness.