"We shall see 'The Curlew' back here for us yet." "Not very soon, I'm afraid," Wade said.
"Well, not to-night, I dare say," replied Raed.
"How long do you set it ?" Kit asked, taking down his glass.

"Suppose the captain is lucky enough to get away from them: how long do you think it will be before he will get back here for us ?" "That, of course, depends on how far they chase him," said Raed.
"They'll chase him just as far as they can," replied Kit.

"Why not?
It's right on their way home.

They'll chase the schooner clean out the straits." "The captain may turn down into Ungava Bay, on the south side of the straits," Raed replied.
"No, he won't do that," Kit contended.

"That bay is full of islands, and choked with ice; and our charts ar'n't worth the paper they're made out on." "Well, if he has to run out into the Atlantic, he may not be back for ten days." "Ten days!" exclaimed Wade.