Behind them the mountains of ice crashed together.
“Boys, but for Terror Carson we’d have been there,� bawled out a deep-sea voice from the darkness forward. “Three cheers for Terror.�
They were given with hoarse, raucous enthusiasm. But Carson gave no sign that he heard. He folded his arms and went below. Great swells, generated by the impact of the two giant bergs, came racing after the Polly Ann as if angry she had escaped the fate that had appeared certain.
Behind them they could hear crash after crash, like the noise of heavy artillery, as ice pinnacles and towers were snapped off as the ice mountains scraped together. These rugged summits, falling into the sea, formed smaller bergs. The noise was appalling.
But the danger was over!
It was with a heart full of thankfulness that Raynor turned in that night. He awakened at his usual hour and made his way forward to the galley. Early as it was, Terror Carson was already on deck. He sat on the companionway fussing with some bits of mechanical apparatus. Raynor glanced at them carelessly as he passed and then thrilled with a sudden shock.
Terror Carson was examining parts of a wireless apparatus!
A means of communicating his plight to the outside world flashed into Raynor’s mind for, as we know, under Jack’s tutorship, he had become a fairly expert operator. Terror Carson looked up quickly as the boy half paused.
“Do you understand wireless, younker?� he demanded bruskly.
Raynor was about to reply in the affirmative when something checked him. He shook his head, guided by some intuition.