“That suits me.”
And so saying, Frank armed himself with a brace of pneumatic pistols and a knife, and leaving the Ranger, he strode away.
At some distance from the boat, he observed a cleft in the ice, down which he could go to the shore of the bay.
The water in which the whaler floated was open in the middle, but the shores were frozen up, excepting for a stretch that extended outward from where the boat laid.
Frank made his way down to the shore.
It was then quite dark.
The young inventor started toward the ship.
He did not see any one upon her.
But there was a man’s face pressed against a parted curtain at one of the bull’s-eyes in the stern.
He was intently watching the inventor.