“We can find our way back by the snow marks,” said Tom.
They retraced their way more slowly than they had come. As they reached a high hummock Tom uttered a loud shout.
“What is it?” inquired Will.
“The ship.”
“Can you see the sled?”
“No; it ain’t in sight. Oh, Will, something has happened. Look yonder.”
Will and his companion climbed up to where Tom was.
A singular spectacle met the vision of the trio as they gazed to the east.
Between them and the open plain over which they had come was an uneven ridge of hummocks and icebergs shutting out the immediate view beyond.
Far to the east, however, could be seen the Arctic, and it was upon the ship and the surroundings that the eyes of the watching boys were riveted.