Leaving Barney steering, they went out on deck.
The panorama of the landscape below looked like an enormous oil painting.
Everything took on the most diminutive size, and in the far distance they caught sight of the great lakes.
The intense solitude was occasionally broken by the shrill blasts of steam whistles in factories and locomotives, the clang of bells and other loud, distinct sounds.
A few high-flying birds were seen circling around not far away, and a strong wind was vainly opposing the engine.
Passing into the deck-house Frank and the detective found themselves in a room used for a cabin.
On one side stood a row of bunks, and at the other a staircase leading down below.
A door in the partition gave access to a combined kitchen and dining saloon over which Pomp presided as cook.
Every room was fitted up with incandescent electric lamps and pony motor fan-wheels, while the furnishing was luxurious.
Descending the stairs they found themselves in the hold.