Clary was silent. What could she have answered?
In about ten minutes the captain returned out of breath.
"Think of it," he said; "these stupid firemen have not put on enough steam, and when I came on deck—"
"The Ice Bird was far away," interrupted Clary.
"I cannot deny it, but it will be all right."
"And your promise?"
"Ah, my lady, I would like to make you a wager."
"A wager?"
"Yes, that when we arrive at Bona, the Ice Bird will not be visible."