They certainly must believe their own eyesight.
In the pilot-house Pomp was seen with his diving suit yet on.
The darky chanced, at that moment also to see his friends.
The effect upon him was magical.
A great cry went up from his lips and he came tumbling out upon the deck.
“Fo’ de good Lor’, am dat yo’, Marse Frank?” he cried. “Hooray! Dis am de happiest hour ob mah life!”
“All roight, naygur!” yelled Barney. “We’re jist as glad to see yez. But, howiver do yez think we kin come aboard that boat, anyhow?”
“A’right; jes’ yo’ wait one moment!” cried Pomp. “I’se gwine fo’ to fix dat a’right very soon!”
Into the pilot-house he rushed.
In a few moments he had run the boat up alongside the shelf of ice.