As the bright glare pierced the falling flakes he saw that it was a stream of water over which they were flying.
In a moment the truth of the matter dawned upon his mind.
“It is the Matotchkin Shar, the strait that cuts this island in two!” he exclaimed. “See, we approach a shore.”
He pointed ahead.
The Ranger was then dangerously close to the water.
But she was going ahead like a thunderbolt.
It was fair to presume that she would soon reach land, and as this place was covered with ice, they rightly concluded that it was the northern side of the stream.
In a few moments more Frank stopped the driving wheel.
The Ranger was then but ten yards above the water, and still falling fast; but she was close to the shore.
By the time she alighted she had left the stream astern.