It's plain enough what's the easy thing to do.

To-morrow morning ye'll make out that ye can't abide no longer staying in this dull hole, and offer the skipper of one of them sealing-boats fifty dollars to have the boat across the ice and take you to Souris.

Then ye will go up and talk plain common-sinse to madame, and tell her to put on her man's top-coat she's worn before, and skip out of this dirty fellow's clutches.

There ain't nothing like being scared out of their wits for making women reasonable--it's about the only time they have their sinses, so far as I know." "If she won't come, what then ?" Caius demanded hastily.
"My woife says that if ye're not more of a fool than we take ye for, she'll go." There was something in the mechanical repetition of what his wife had said that made Caius suspect.
"You don't think she'll go ?" O'Shea did not answer.
"That is what you'll do, any way," he said; "and ye'll do it the best way ye know how." He sat upon the bed some time longer, wrapped in grim reserve.

The candle guttered, flared, burned itself out.