“I thought we were doomed.”
“So did I, but thanks to Providence we are all right.”
“Save for the ice.”
“Hang me for a whale,” exploded Wendel, “I don’t see how we’ll ever squirm out of this, mates!”
“Well, you shall see,” said Frank. “Barney and Pomp, here’s work for us. Let all hands fall to.”
In a few moments all had doffed their fur garments and were working like beavers.
The ice was cleared from the deck after twenty minutes of hard work. Then Frank hit upon an idea.
He went into the pilot-house and brought out a number of heavy wires.
“What are you going to do, Frank?” asked Randall.
“Wait and you will see,” said the young inventor, vaguely.