Frank’s face wore a relieved expression.
“Then there is a chance for us,” he cried. “We will do the best we can.”
“Back to the Scorcher!” cried Randall. “We must lose no time. There is snow in the air, and if it comes down before we reach the ship it may spoil all our plans.”
“You are right,” agreed Frank. “Back to the Scorcher!”
Down the slippery ice hummocks they went. They found Mains where they had left him.
The sailor was upon his feet, but he was not deemed strong enough to walk back to the Scorcher.
So Barney and Randall carried him between them, while Frank went ahead with the penstock to pick the way.
They were not long in descending to the level below. Those on board the Scorcher saw them coming and shouted joyfully.
It was good news which they learned when the three explorers went aboard. There was certainly a chance for them.
In the cabin of the Scorcher an elaborate discussion was held. The ship was in sight and it would be easy to reach her on foot.