“Heavens! What’s this?” gasped Vaneyke.
“Something must have happened to the dynamo.”
“I’se gwine down fo’ to see.”
“We can use the batteries on the runner wheels yet!” cried Frank.
He started them going and followed the trail easier now.
At the same moment he heard a terrible noise up the mountain and saw an enormous snow slide coming down the side toward them.
Once this mass of tons upon tons of snow fell on them, the ice ship would be buried.
The Ranger was now rushing ahead again down a steep declivity that terminated at the edge of the lofty cliffs.
Ahead Frank now saw a boyish figure in the midst of a pack of ravenous wolves.
He was armed with a revolver, with which he was firing into them, while he shrieked to frighten them away.