Frank saw that the sails no longer interfered with the movements of the ice ship, and as he and his companions were very cold, they passed into the pilot house.
A shout suddenly pealed from Barney.
“Land ahead! Port yer hullum!”
“A mountain!” gasped the doctor, obeying.
“We won’t land in the sea, at any rate,” said Frank.
“Yo’ know whar yo’ am, sah?” asked the coon.
“No,” answered the professor, shaking his head. “But once we alight we will soon find Matotchkin Shar, and as most of the whalers winter there at the Norwegian fishing stations, we will be very apt to find the Red Eric there later, if not now.”
“We must have passed her,” said Frank.
“Howly floy!” gasped Barney, looking out of the window, “there’s ther say beneath us again!”
It was a broad sheet of water, sure enough, but the inventor turned the electric current into the searchlight.