Around went the yards.
The wind now caught them free.
Instantly the ship’s speed was increased.
They did not feel the wind, now that they were going with it, but they continued to lose ground by tacking athwart the course of the cyclone, and the pelting ice blocks continued.
All hands were kept busy dodging them.
One of these blocks struck Pomp in the back and knocked him across the slippery deck.
He would have gone overboard, had Frank not reached out his hand and seized him.
Such a fall would have meant certain death for the darky, as the ice ship would have left him astern, and the raging storm would soon have reached and destroyed him.
They could do nothing further out there, so in they dove again.
The Ranger now resounded from the repeated blows she received; but she was rapidly nearing the icy cliffs.