“Neither have I,” said the doctor.
“But the distance traveled warrants the belief that we are near it,” persisted Frank.
Barney was just about to reply when there came a yell from Pomp, up in the turret.
“Dar’s a anchored ship now!”
Every one was startled.
They rushed up-stairs.
Off to the right they saw the vessel.
As soon as Frank saw her he cried:
“It is the Red Eric!”
The whaler, stripped of her canvas, was moored to the shore of a large bay in a great basin below an eminence upon which the ice ship had just come to a pause.