"They can't! They can't!" cried Marjorie in great excitement. "The Ark is afloat again and we are sailing away."
"Blubber and rubber!" exclaimed the captain, now even more excited than the little girl.
"Mother!" he cried, "the Ark's afloat and two of our passengers are still ashore!"
Mrs. Noah opened her eyes.
"What did you say, my dear?" she asked, sleepily.
The captain by this time had pulled on his sailor suit and, closing the cabin door with a bang, rushed out on deck, with Marjorie close at his heels.
In the distance the iceberg could be seen indistinctly through the morning mist.
"Hard-a-port!" shouted Capt. Noah.
Mr. Jonah, who was at the wheel, woke up with a start. He was so tired with cutting the ice the day before that he had fallen sound asleep at his post.
"You landlubber," cried Capt. Noah. "What do you mean by falling asleep?"