“There’s more likelihood of it having been crushed by the floating ice cakes,” replied the professor.
Just then Barney came in from the deck.
“Shtop her!” he exclaimed.
“What for?” demanded Frank.
“Shure, I see ther quarter boat.”
“You do? Where?”
“We’ve passed it.”
Frank lowered the Ranger, turned her around, and flung the light ahead at a spot indicated by the Irishman.
It was a heap of pack ice on the frozen coast.
Jammed in among the ice was a boat.