But it was a part of his business to see many things which others might not see--and hold his tongue.
"We are not quite alone," she was saying.

"There are others," and she made a little gesture toward two figures farther up the rail.
"Old Donald Hardwick, of Skagway," he said.

"And the other is Alan Holt." "Oh, yes." She was facing the mountains again, her eyes shining in the light of the moon.

Gently her hand touched the old captain's arm.

"Listen," she whispered.
"Another berg breaking away from Old Thunder.