They all gathered in the cabin. The professor explained the nature of the creatures, as far as he knew them from what he had read or heard. He pointed out, through the glass windows, over which the suckers were still clinging, how they maintained their grip, by exhausting, through their big mouths, the air between their saucer-like surfaces and the ship to which they were clinging.
"Can't we go out and fight 'em?" asked Andy, who was always ready to use a gun.
"I doubt if we could get out," replied the professor. "Though we can not see them, I believe the creatures cover every part of the ship from stem to stern. We could never open the door of the diving chamber with that terrible sucker covering the iron portal."
"Maybe if we wait long enough a lot of sharks will come along and eat 'em up," put in Jack.
"I am afraid sharks will not come to these frozen waters," said the professor. "They like a warm climate."
"And you don't think it would be feasible to use dynamite," asked Mark.
"We can't get out to place it where it would blow up the fish and not us," answered Mr. Henderson. "If we could it might serve."
A silence fell on the group. They were in sore straits and there seemed no hope of rescue. The big disk-like bodies that covered the windows did not move, but remained there, staring with horrible persistency into the interior of the ship.