But the brute’s weight carried him back, though he rained blow after blow upon bruin’s skull. The situation was a desperate one for Frank Reade, Jr.
CHAPTER V.
IN A BAD FIX.
Pomp, left alone on board the Explorer, was for a time exceedingly lonesome and given to ennui.
The darky would much have preferred to have been with Frank upon the berg, despite the perils.
But he was never the one to grumble, however, at his master’s orders.
Frank’s word was always law with him and in this respect Pomp was an excellent servant.
Time passed and he did not hear anything of his companions.
Not a rifle shot came to his hearing to relieve his suspense.
“I done fink it am easy fo’ folks to get lost on dat big iceberg,” he muttered. “P’raps dat am why dey don’ come back no mo’.”
The darky waxed uneasy.