noon
In the night , the wind swept the whole pack in , to the last lagging pan . The ice was all jammed against the coast -- a firm , vast expanse , stretching to the horizon , and held in place by the wind , which continued strong and steady . The men of Fortune Harbour went confidently out to the hunt . At noon , when they were ten miles off the shore , they perceived the approach of a small , black figure . The meeting came soon afterwards , for the folk of Fortune Harbour , being both curious and quick to respond to need , made haste . `` I say , mister , '' said Bagg , briskly , addressing old John Forsyth , `` yer ` ave n't got no ` am , ` ave yer ? '' The men of Fortune Harbour laughed .