He then glanced down and saw that there were nearly one hundred men, women and children standing on the ice glaring up at the boat.
“They are a peculiar race,” he muttered.
“Never heard of before,” said the doctor.
“Whar am Barney?” asked Pomp.
Frank glanced around, but saw no sign of the Irishman.
He then steered the boat back to the pass.
She was within a dozen feet of the ground, ran back the way she came from, and had scarcely turned the bend when Frank heard a tremendous yell from Barney.
“This way wid yez, for ther love av Heaven!”
Such was his shout.
Frank saw him.