Minutes seemed to him increased in length ten times.
Still he continued in the same state of suspense.
“It am drefful curus!” he muttered, after awhile. “I don’ seem fo’ to undahstan’ it at all.”
Pomp walked the deck and kept a watch of the berg.
The Explorer lay in a small bay, and was surrounded upon three sides by high, mighty pinnacles and cliffs of ice.
Tiring after a while of watching for the non-returning absentees, Pomp went below.
He started a fire in his electric range and proceeded to cook some food.
“I reckon dey’ll be a bit hungry when dey gets back!” he muttered. “I jes’ fink Marse Frank will want suffin’ to eat!”
The darky was thus employed when a terrific thing happened.
Pomp’s first intimation of anything wrong was a tremendous roar like a burst of thunder.