“Not over one hundred miles.”
“I have a plan,” said the young inventor. “I can attach my new skate shoes with the ice-crank to the wheels. That would enable us to cross the ice, and we can remove them when we strike land.”
An ecstatic cry escaped Randall’s lips.
“Oh, then you really think of going?” he cried. “That is splendid, Frank. It will be a wonderful experience.”
“Ah, but I have not promised absolutely,” said the young inventor, quickly. “But I will say this, that I will think the matter over seriously.”
“Only think of the glory of the thing!”
“That is true, but the feasibility of the enterprise must be strongly considered. You have tried it——”
“And failed. But you see, Frank, I had not the resources which you have—the fertile brain for devising expedients, and the Electric Scorcher.”
Frank turned and pressed a small call-bell. The door opened and a negro, black as soot, appeared.
“Pomp,” said Frank, “where is Barney?”