He gave the lever a turn and set the pumps going.
The Explorer rose to the surface.
Frank’s joyful hopes were realized.
They were in the open sea.
The berg was a hundred yards to the eastward.
There it was grounded, and there they left it.
This was all the experience of the sort that Frank Reade, Jr., cared for.
“No more visits to icebergs!” he cried. “That is quite enough for me.”
Straight to the northward now they kept.
The coast of Greenland lay to the east. Up the straits the Explorer went until Smith’s Sound was reached.