“Do you see that serac or big ice boulder near the pike I left at the mouth of the lead?” said Harry. “Yes,” said Lieutenant Little. “So?” “It wasn’t there when we came out,” said Peglar. “Back oars!” ordered Little, uselessly since the men had already ceased their rowing and were backstroking briskly, but the heavy whaleboat’s momentum continued carrying it toward the ice. The ice boulder turned.
