Drawing as near to the wreck as it was safe, the search-light was turned upon the old hulk.
It could be very readily seen that the vessel had been lost by being nipped in the ice.
Her sides were crushed in and parts of the cargo were lying about.
The wreck was deeply covered with silt and sea-weeds and evidently had been in the water many years.
“What sort of a craft would you call it, Mr. Reade?” asked Roger.
“I hardly know,” replied Frank. “I imagine, however, that she is a lost whaler.”
“I don’t agree with you,” said Roger. “Her shape, as near as I can see, is more that of a revenue cutter or government yacht.”
“We will soon find out,” declared Frank.
“How?”
“By going aboard.”