“Dense fog clearing here,” so the message ran, “but many large icebergs in vicinity. If in fog, use great caution. Please repeat warning.
“Krause, Master.”
Jack’s heart gave a bound.
“Icebergs!”
So it was fear of the white terrors of the north that kept the captain chained to the bridge with that anxious look on his weather-beaten face.
CHAPTER XXXII.
ICEBERGS!
When he reached the bridge with this all-important despatch, Jack found the captain in consultation with his officers. Tests of the temperature of the water were being made, and the skipper was listening attentively to the roaring of the siren.
If there was ice in the vicinity, the echo of the great whistle would be flung back and serve as a warning.