The discovery made Jimmy numb with fear and consternation.
He recognized the land near him as the farthermost point of Cape Harrigan.

The pack in its southward drift had come in contact with Cape Harrigan's long projection of land, the wind had severed the pack, and, while the comparatively small section of floe upon which he stood had remained jammed against the land, the main floe, reaching far out beyond the obstruction of the cape, had been swept on and on, and was now floating steadily southward.
In frantic frenzy Jimmy ran about and shouted, and searched every nook and turn of his little corner of the original floe for Bobby, but there was no trace of his missing comrade.

Again and again he searched, but without reward.

Bobby was gone and Jimmy no longer had any doubt that he had perished.
With heavy heart he at last set about with his snow knife, digging the _komatik_ from under the drift and getting his load in order, and then he roused the dogs from their drifts and drove them to the land.

The great floe was now but a speck upon the far horizon.
There was nothing more he could do.