“The Ice King won’t mind the small ice,” said he, “but there is no sense in trying the big bergs, yet. We’ll get all we want of that later.”
“Right you are, sir,” responded Barwell Dawson. “Don’t take any chances when they are not necessary.”
After watching the ice for a while the boys went below for breakfast. At the table they sat down with Professor Jeffer and Dr. Slade.
“I am going to try to get some photographs of the icebergs,” said the professor. “I trust we get close enough to them to get some good views.”
“They ought to make good pictures,” responded the doctor.
All the while the boys were eating, the small cakes of ice thumped against the sides of the steamer. But this did no damage, although, as the professor explained, there was danger of some ice getting caught in the propeller.
“And we can’t afford to have that damaged,” he added.
When the boys came on deck again, they saw that the Ice King was much closer to several of the large icebergs. In fact, the steamer appeared to be picking her way through a veritable field of floating ice.
“It is much thicker than the captain expected,” said Barwell Dawson, gravely.
“Is there any danger?” asked Andy, quickly.