He roused Captain Ephraim and pointed out the danger to him.
"Well, if she springs a leak we are gone," said he.

"She's been thawing pretty fast as it is." They could see now that what had seemed in the moonlight to be smooth walls of ice were really furrowed and wrinkled like an old man's face by the streams of melted water which were continually running down them.
The whole huge mass was brittle and honeycombed and rotten.

Already they could hear all round them the ominous drip, drip, and the splash and tinkle of the little rivulets as they fell into the ocean.
"Hullo!" cried Amos Green, "what's that ?" "What then ?" "Did you hear nothing ?" "No." "I could have sworn that I heard a voice." "Impossible.

We are all here." "It must have been my fancy then." Captain Ephraim walked to the seaward face of the cave and swept the ocean with his eyes.

The wind had quite fallen away now, and the sea stretched away to the eastward, smooth and unbroken save for a single great black spar which floated near the spot where the _Golden Rod_ had foundered.
"We should lie in the track of some ships," said the captain thoughtfully.