“Nor I, as they were nearly covered up with the snow.”
Just then Pomp came rushing in from the deck.
The boat had paused, half buried in the snow, and the coon was covered.
He was very much excited, and cried, warningly:
“Dey’s a gang ob niggahs out dar gwine ter shoot!”
“Close the metal shutters over the windows, doctor.”
“Better start the gyroscopes,” said the professor, complying.
Just then the yelling natives fired at the boat, a shower of arrows, spears and musket bullets striking the Ranger.
All the wooden weapons broke against the hull of the ice ship, and the leaden bullets flattened against the plates.
“Where’s Barney?” asked Frank, anxiously.