Chapter 12 THE MANNER OF MAN

The ship shook with the running of many men. The mate sprang to the shrouds and shaded his eyes.

"Where away?" called up Cushner.

"Direct to the south'ard! Right over that floe! There she blows again. There she blows!"

For a second time a bore of white water showed. This was followed by a plume of soft spray which spurted up into the frost