“Lord amassy, chile, why didn’ yo’ yell?” asked Pomp.
“I scarcely had time to even breathe.”
“Yer’d better change yer clothes an’ take a sup o’ whiskey,” advised Barney; “or, be heavens! it’s a cowld in yer head yez will catch.”
Frank laughed and dove down-stairs.
When he returned in a change of clothing, he showed no ill effects from his involuntary cold bath.
He found his companions devising a means of getting out of the trap into which the deer had lured them.
“The only way to do is to start the gyroscopes revolving,” said Frank. “Let her land near the dead deer.”
This plan was carried out.
The boat landed on solid ice again.
As soon as the ice ship landed beside the carcase of the deer Frank went around and secured the best portions of it.