“Onless me eyes decaive me it’s ther ship Sally Ann.”
Frank now saw the ship.
She was a whaler, cruising along below them.
Barney was right. It was not the Red Eric.
“But perhaps the crew might know about the latter vessel,” thought Frank, and he said aloud: “Descend, until I speak to her captain.”
While Barney lowered the ice ship, Frank went out on deck.
They were soon hovering over the vessel, and he addressed her crew, telling them what the Ranger was, and asking about the Red Eric.
“See her?” repeated the captain. “Of course I did. I was in her company several days. She is up in the North now.”
“Where am I to find her?” eagerly asked Frank.
“She came up from Boston nearly a week ago, and has gone into winter quarters in Nordenskjold bay.”