“Goodness! We’ve collided with Cape Race!� was his first exclamation.
He scrambled hastily into some clothes and was soon on deck. “We are foul of the ice!� yelled the mate, rushing forward.
“What’s that?� roared Terror Carson. “I’ll hang that rascally look-out to the yard-arm. Down helm there. Quick, now! The sea is full of loose ice.�
It was about midnight and intensely dark to add to the confusion. A thin scud, borne of the cold air above the ice fields, obscured the stars and moon. It was almost impossible to see anything. Through the darkness orders were bawled in what appeared to be a hopeless tangle.
Jack turned to find Noddy at his side.
“Gee! Guess we’re in a tight place,� said the Bowery boy.
“It looks that way. Did you feel that bump?�
“Did I? Gee, I tort I wuz at Coney Island bumpin’ de bumps. But say, what’s de matter?�
“We are in a field of loose ice. We struck a small growler, I heard the captain say.�
“I didn’t hear nuffin growl but I guess it’s all right,� observed Noddy. “Say, do youse tink we’ll ever git out’n dis?�