and was
smoking it, and Joe Kivelson had his lit.

"Well, where are we?" somebody was asking Abe Clifford.

The navigator shook his head. "The radio's smashed, so's the receiver
for the locator, and so's the radio navigational equipment. I can
state positively, however, that we are on the north coast of Hermann
Reuch's Land."

Everybody laughed at that except Murell. I had to explain to him that
Hermann Reuch's Land was the antarctic continent of Fenris, and hasn't
any other coast.

"I'd say we're a good deal west of Sancerre Bay," Cesario Vieira
hazarded. "We can't be east of it, the way we got blown west. I think
we must be at least five hundred miles east of it."

"Don't fool yourself, Cesario," Joe Kivelson told him. "We could have
gotten into a turbulent updraft and been carried to the upper,
eastward winds. The altimeter was trying to keep up with the boat and
just couldn't, half the time. We don't know where we went. I'll take
Abe's estimate and let it go at that."

"Well, we're up some kind of a fjord," Tom said. "I think it branches
like a Y, and we're up the left branch, but I won't make a point of
that."

"I can't find anything like that on this map," Abe Clifford said,
after a while.

Joe Kivelson swore. "You ought to know better than that, Abe; you know
how thoroughly this coast hasn't been mapped."

"How much good will it do us to know where we are, right now?" I
asked. "If the radio's smashed, we can't give anybody our position."

"We might be able to fix up the engines and get the boat in the air
again, after the wind drops." Monnahan said. "I'll take a look at them
and see how badly they've been banged up."

"With the whole stern open?" Hans Cronje asked. "We'd freeze stiffer
than a gun barrel before we went a hundred miles."

"Then we can pack the stern full of wet snow and let it freeze,
instead of us," I suggested. "There'll be plenty of snow before the
wind goes down."

Joe Kivelson looked at me for a moment. "That would work," he said.
"How soon can you get started on the engines, Abdullah?"

"Right away. I'll need somebody to help me, though. I can't do much
the way you have me bandaged up."

"I think we'd better send a couple of parties out," Ramon Llewellyn
said. "We'll have to find a better place to stay than this boat. We
don't all have parkas or lined boots, and we have a couple of injured
men. This heater won't be enough; in about seventy hours we'd all
freeze to death