“How do you mean, Mr. Reade?”
“Why, I’ll make a prisoner of him, carry him back to Boston, and put him in prison for his wickedness.”
“Do you know where to find him?”
“Why, yes; in Nordenskjold bay.”
“Don’t you think he will leave there after what happened?”
“Probably; but he can’t escape me, though.”
The flying ice ship was steered down the coast again.
When she reached the bay, Frank found the ship gone.
“She certainly did not go northward,” said the inventor to his friends. “We would have seen her if she had. Therefore we must go to the southward to find her.”
“Perhaps she has gone to the strait.”