"Phew, what a narrow escape!" gasped out Tom. "I thought we were goners sure that time!"
"Same here," agreed Sandy with deep conviction.
The strained faces of the others showed what they had thought. Mr. Dacre relieved the tension by ordering all hands to get busy and bale out the boat with some baling cans that were under the thwarts. They were in the midst of this task when Jack gave a sudden outcry and pointed over the side.
"What's up now, another whale?" cried Sandy, his face showing his alarm.
"Whale nothing!" scoffed Jack. "Look, it's the 'Good Genius of the Frozen North!'"
"The mascot!" cried Sandy.
"The mascot, sure enough," declared Mr. Dacre. "It undoubtedly helped to save Jack's life."
"Yes, after carrying me overboard first!" snorted Jack.
Sure enough, alongside the boat old "Frozen Face" was bobbing serenely about.
"We've got to take him back to the ship," declared Sandy.