"Yes, there she goes!" exclaimed Wade.
"Possibly they may bear up through the channel to the west of the ice-island," said Raed.
"Hope he will, if he wants to," remarked Capt. Mazard. "Nothing would suit me better than to race with him."
In fifteen or twenty minutes the ship was off the entrance of the channel; but she held on her course, and had soon passed it.
"Now that old fellow feels bad!" laughed Kit. "How savage he will be for the next twenty-four hours! I pity the sailors! He will have two or three of them 'spread-eagled' by sunset to pay for this, the old wretch! He looked just like that sort of a man."
"I wonder what our Husky friends thought of this little bombardment!" exclaimed Wade, looking off toward the mainland. "Don't see anything of them."
"Presume we sha'n't get that old 'sachem' that saw Palmleaf to visit us again in a hurry," said Kit.
We watched the ship going off to the south-west for several hours, till she gradually sank from view.
"Well, captain," said Raed, "you are not going to let this adventure frighten you, I hope."
"Oh, no! I guess we can take care of ourselves. Only, in future, I think we had better keep a sharper lookout, not to let another ship come up within three miles without our knowing it."