“A’right, sah!” cried Pomp, as he tumbled out of the pilot-house.
Barney followed him.
There was no doubt but that they were getting into the cold latitudes, for the air was keen and biting.
Also to the northward there was visible a fleet of white icebergs.
It was a beautiful sight.
The voyagers gazed upon it for a while, when an idea suddenly occurred to Frank.
“By Jove!” he exclaimed. “I’d like nothing better than to visit yonder berg. It would be well worth the while.”
“Begorra, I’m wid ye, Misther Frank!” cried Barney.
“Huh! don’ yo’ flattah yo’self, I’ish. I done reckon Marse Frank take me along wid him.”
“We will see about that!” said Frank. “Head for that big berg yonder, Barney.”