“Done leabe him astern, sah,” Pomp answered.
“We must pick him up ere the angry natives see him.”
“Gwine ter shoot ‘em?”
“No. They can’t harm us here.”
“Look out! They’re jumping on the deck!” said the doctor.
“I’ll soon get rid of them,” Frank answered.
He put the gyroscopes in operation, and the air ship pulled herself up out of the snowbank into the air.
A dismal howl of dismay pealed from the throats of the natives on her deck when they found themselves being carried up.
They lost no time jumping down into the snowdrift, and when the last man had left her the ones on the ice discharged a second volley up at her from their weapons.
The Ranger mounted to the height of the hill she descended before Frank stopped her.