They looked and looked until they were tired with looking.

The body had, no doubt, floated up under some cake of ice, and from thence would speedily sink to a bier of sand at the bottom of the bay.
"By----! I never saw anything like that." It was the remark which began and ended the episode with the skipper.

Then he raised his voice, and shouted to O'Shea: "It's no sort of use your staying here! Make the rope fast to your boat, and come up on deck!" But this O'Shea would not do.

He replied that he would remain, and look about among the ice a bit longer, and that, any way, it would be twice as far to take his boat home from Harbour Island as from the place where he now was.

The schooner towed his boat until he had baled the water out and got hold of his oars.