So it was arranged that Mains should remain where he was until the others should return.
He was fixed in a comfortable position, and the trio went on up the steep incline. No further mishap befell them.
They stood upon the highest pinnacle. With his night-glass Frank scanned the ice fields.
Suddenly he gave a sharp exclamation.
“There she is!” he cried.
“I see her!” shouted Randall, at the same moment.
“She stands up well.”
“She is not nipped yet.”
“No—and—by Jove, she is in open water. The bay has not filled in yet, Frank.”
This was seen to be the truth. It was a gratifying fact.