And Pomp had such a ferocious look upon his face as he rushed for Barney, with the ax uplifted, that the Irishman took flight and fled from the room, gasping:
“Begorry, the naygur’s off his nut, an’ there’ll be a bloody ruction here wid me for ther coorpse av I sthay.”
Pomp was satisfied.
A large ripe grin overspread his mug.
“Beat him dat time,” he chuckled.
He laid aside the ax, and picking up the oil-can, resumed his work with no further molestation from the Irishman.
All this time the ice boat had been going on up the coast. In due course of time she reached the bay they were looking for, and the professor located the lone cedar tree.
“Very well,” said Frank, as he did so.
A queer sensation at once assailed the Ranger.
Surprised at this Frank glanced out of the window.