All eyes were turned aloft. The top of the berg on the starboard side was swaying. The hearts of the spectators almost stood still as they watched.
In what direction would it fall?
If it fell toward them, the cruise of the Meteor ended then and there and everybody on board was doomed to a watery grave.
As though to torture them with suspense, the peak kept rocking like a pendulum. Then with a stupendous roar, it broke off and plunged into the sea on the further side.
There was quick and seamanlike work for the next few minutes, and then a great cheer arose as the noble vessel threaded its way through the threatening bergs and reached the open sea. The ice had been robbed of its prey!
Late that evening, Captain Springer, his face cleared of all anxiety and alight with its usual genial smile, paused at the door of the wireless room where the boys were rejoicing over their deliverance.
“I can never thank you boys enough for the manful way you helped us in this crisis,” he said. “Your work has been beyond all praise.”
“We only did our duty,” said Bob, modestly, “but it’s mighty good to have you feel that way. I’ve sent out those messages you directed, telling the vessels that were coming to help us that we’re all right.”
“Good!” commended the captain. “Now you can send another to the Hydrographic Office, asking them to send out another steamer in our place, as we are compelled to make for Halifax for repairs.”
“Does that mean that we are going directly home?” asked Joe, eagerly.