“I fear to start out in this deadly mist,” replied Frank.
“We must risk it!”
A long and earnest consultation was held.
Of course, there was no telling how long the mist would last. It might disappear in a few hours: it might not do so for a week.
However, it was finally decided to make the attempt.
The searchlight was trimmed to its fullest power, and the Scorcher began to feel its way down the mountain side.
Mains and the three sailors rode on the deck, for there was not room for all in the cabin comfortably.
For hours the Scorcher made its uncertain way down the mountain to the plain, and the pass which would take them into the fiord.
It was not an easy matter to thus fumble along in the darkness. There were innumerable perils.
But Frank kept the machine on its course as well as he could, and exercised all due caution.