Then his eyes filled with that dreadful look of hopeless bewildered distress of a very sick child; and they rolled in their sockets scanning the cold sky in desperate appeal.
They terrified Erebus beyond words.

She screamed, and then she screamed and screamed.

Wiggins' face was a mere white blur through her blinding tears of terror.
She knew nothing till her ankles were firmly gripped; and the Terror cried loudly: "Stop that row!" She felt him tug at her ankles but not nearly strongly enough to stir her and Wiggins.

He, too, could get no hold on the ice with his toes.
Then he cried: "Squirm round to the left.

I'll help you." He made his meaning clearer by tugging her ankles toward the left; and she squirmed in that direction as fast as she dared over the bending ice.
In less than half a minute the Terror got his feet among the roots of a willow, gripped them with his toes, and with a strong and steady pull began to draw them toward the bank.