It was certainly a remarkable incident.
The Explorer was now in a peculiar position.
Had she been a surface boat it would certainly have looked as though she was doomed.
For there was no visible outlet from the place.
But there was a chance that by going to the bottom she would be able to find her way out from beneath the berg.
But an awful chill now struck Pomp as he thought of Frank and Barney.
“Massy sakes!” muttered the horrified darky. “Wherebber am dem chillun, I’d jes’ like fo’ to know.”
There could be no more logical conclusion to the darky than that they had succumbed to death.
“Dat am a drefful fing!” he muttered. “What am dis chile to do?”
It was certainly a serious question.