“They have to until the cold weather is over.”
“But the water is pretty well open, professor.”
“Yes, I know it’s a mild winter, but if the Red Eric comes to this sea at all, she will stop at that fishing station, I’m sure. I’m glad we’ve found the place, for it’s near here the body of the mastodon I’m after is to be found buried in the ground.”
The air ship continued on toward the wretched little cluster of wooden huts and soon reached them.
News of her approach had been communicated to the inhabitants and the crews of the ships.
They were all grouped on the shore watching the ice ship.
Frank sent the Ranger down on the ice near them, and they all made a rush for her to find out what she was.
In a few moments the ship was surrounded by the curious throng.
CHAPTER VII.
INTO DANGEROUS GROUND.
There were three whaling ships in winter quarters off the Norwegian fishing station, and all were from the United States.