“My ship, in another section.”
“What craft is that?”
“The Ranger.”
“Whaler?”
“No; an exploring boat.”
“Oh, I see. Won’t you come inside?”
“I don’t mind. It’s bitterly cold out here.”
The captain led the way into his cabin, and Frank followed him, closing and locking the door, and taking the key.
Not another man was in the cozy little room.
“Sit down,” said Bolt, pointing to a chair beside the table.