The Project Gutenberg eBook of Frank Reade, Jr., and His Electric Ice Ship, by Luis Senarens

Ahead, Frank now saw a boyish figure in the midst of a pack of ravenous wolves. He was armed with a revolver with which he was firing into them, while he shrieked to frighten them away. Up to him rushed the ice ship.

It was late on a cold November night in the city of Boston, the sky was obscured by dark, stormy clouds, a bleak wind was whistling through the almost deserted streets, and the lights in the lamps flickered dimly.

A plainly attired man with white hair and a black mustache was walking away from the railroad depot with a handsome boy of seventeen, clad in the natty blue uniform of a military academy.

“Alfred Milburn,” the boy was saying pleadingly, “do not keep me in suspense any longer. Tell me why you wrote me to come to Boston to-night from my school. What serious news have you to tell me?”

“You must prepare yourself for a great affliction, Walter Grey,” the man replied. “I hate to break bad news, but——”

“She suddenly became insane, and I have had to place her in a private asylum,” said Alfred Milburn, in low, gentle tones.

A stifled cry of woe escaped the boy, and he burst into tears, for his mother was the only relative he had in the world.

He paused and glanced piteously at the lawyer, who had been acting as administrator of the fortune his father had left, and saw that Milburn was very pale and greatly agitated.

“Just a week ago, my boy. I am very sorry for you. Brace up! She may recover her reason. I will take you to see her to-night.”

There was a spark of hope in what the lawyer said, and Walter eagerly grasped at it, and answered:

“I can never get over this shock; but I shall try to be courageous, Mr. Milburn. Take me to her. Let me see my dear mother. Perhaps I can do something for her.”

He turned into a street bordering the water front, and casting a rapid glance around, failed to see any one except three men, attired in the garb of sailors, crouching in an adjoining doorway.

The lawyer drew his handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his face with it, and while apparently returning it to his pocket, dropped it. Instantly the three sailors darted from the doorway.

One of them, in a captain’s uniform, darted up behind the boy, flung an arm around his neck, pulled his head back, 2 and clapped a sponge saturated with chloroform to Walter Grey’s nostrils.

A cry of alarm pealed from the startled boy’s lips, but it was quickly checked by a pressure of his assailant’s arm, and the moment he began to inhale the fumes of the drug he became stupefied.

The lawyer picked the drugged boy up and hastened over the muddy street with him toward a big whaling ship lying at one of the docks.

He proved to be a dashing-looking young man, with a dark mustache, a symmetrical and athletic figure, and an intellectual face.

He had been behind the lawyer and the boy when they left the depot, and seeing the assault and Milburn’s indifference, he correctly concluded that the boy had been led into a trap.

“Keep away thar!” roared the captain, threateningly. “Mind yer own business and clear out of this.”

As the three seamen closed in on him, the stranger doubled up his fist and struck out straight from the shoulder.

Biff! Bang! Thump! went his fists like pile drivers, and every time they struck a man went down.

“When people of your stamp fool around Frank Reade, Jr., you generally get left!” muttered the gallant stranger.

“Cuss yer!” he growled, as he leveled the weapon at Frank’s head. “I’ll blow yer brains out fer them welts!”

He clapped his hand to the side of his head where the ball had grazed his scalp, and reeling back, fell senseless to the ground.

“Run, boys!” hoarsely cried the desperate captain. “I had ter do it or he’d got ther best of us! That shot’ll fetch ther p’lice!”

They rushed over to the whaling ship unseen, leaving their victim lying bleeding and senseless on the sidewalk.

Boarding the vessel and going into the cabin they found the lawyer there in the gloom with the drugged boy.

“Shot him!” answered Ben Bolt, with an oath. “I see yer got ther lad aboard all right.”

“Here are the $2,500 I promised you to shanghai the boy,” said the lawyer. “You must maroon him in the arctic regions, so he can never return. If you should bring me evidence of his death I will double the amount I just gave you. Will you do it, captain?”

He bent nearer to Bolt, and hissed this in such sinister tones that the captain started, and muttered hoarsely:

“I’ll make a clean breast of the matter. I hold some money in trust belonging to the boy and his mother. If both die I can do as I like with their fortune. Although the woman is sane, I have paid dearly to have her confined in an asylum. She is disposed of. Now it only remains to get rid of the boy. This I leave to you.”

“Remember, the money I paid you is some of the boy’s fortune. The remainder you are to get will come from the same source. If you fail, you will get no more of the bank notes, and may not only have to disgorge what you now have, but also answer in court as my accomplice.”

“An’ as I’ve cleared my manifest in ther Custom House, an’ thar’s a tug waitin’ ter haul us out, I’ll put to sea right away, so’s no one will have a show ter git aboard an’ find ther lad.”

After some further conversation the rascally lawyer parted with the villainous captain and went ashore.

The Red Eric put to sea immediately afterward, carrying the unfortunate Walter Grey away to the frozen polar regions.

In the meantime a crowd had been attracted by the pistol shot, and surrounding Frank Reade, Jr., they carried him into a drug store, where his wound was dressed.

He did not recover his senses until after the ship departed, and then found a policeman standing beside him, to whom he explained what had happened.

3 “My name is Frank Reade, Jr.,” said the wounded young man. “I am an inventor of submarine boats, flying machines and overland engines, and reside in Readestown. I have just invented a flying ice boat, and came to Boston to get some things for her construction. While I was passing the railroad depot on my way to the hotel where I am stopping, I saw a man and boy go by in the same direction I was taking. Then I observed how he was led into the trap.”

They left the drug store, and reaching the dock, learned from some longshoremen that the whaler had just departed for the Arctic.

It was a bitter disappointment, as they could not now hope to rescue the boy from his captors.

Seeing that he could do nothing further in the matter, Frank took his departure and proceeded back to the hotel.

As he entered the office he observed a woman standing before the clerk weeping bitterly, and heard her say in sob-choked tones:

“Do not refuse me lodging here, sir! You surely would not have me roam the streets all night for want of shelter.”

“Madam,” replied the clerk, “as you have no money to pay for your lodging here, I have no right to take you in.”

She was a very refined-looking person, with gray hair, a good face, and wore a very handsome dress, but she had on no hat.

“Excuse me for interfering, madam, but I could not fail hearing what you said. If you will allow me, I would be very glad to pay your expenses at this hotel for a week.”

The hotel clerk looked very much surprised at Frank’s charitable deed, but took his money, made no comment, and assigned the lady to a room.

As she reached the parlor door, she beckoned to the inventor and he followed her into the room and asked her pleasantly:

“Well, briefly, I am a rich widow with one child—a boy of seventeen, who is now at a military boarding school up the State. My fortune was placed under the administration of an unscrupulous lawyer named Alfred Milburn. He calculated that if I and my son were out of the way, he could keep possession of our money. My name is Caroline Grey. I lived in a handsome dwelling on a good street, and my lawyer boarded with me.

“One week ago the wretch drugged me. When I recovered my senses I found myself confined in a private lunatic asylum. Milburn called and coolly told me he did it to rob me. He also stated that he intended to send for my son and have him carried away to sea, from whence he would never return. Frantic with apprehension, I managed to escape from the asylum to-night. That is why I have no bonnet on. Coming here, I tried to secure shelter until tomorrow, when I intend to state my case to the police. I will have Milburn arrested and baffle his design.”

“I saw him to-night. And your son—is he a well-formed boy with a military uniform of dark blue, trimmed with light blue braid?”

“Yes—yes!” excitedly cried the lady. “Walter has very fair skin and jet black eyes. There is a small scar on his left cheek.”

“Near enough? You couple his description with that of Milburn—is it possible you have seen them together?”

A low cry of horror escaped Mrs. Grey, her face turned deathly pale, and a wild look sprang to her eyes as she gasped:

“Bound for the Arctic Ocean!” she groaned. “Oh, he will never come back alive! My poor, poor boy! This is dreadful—dreadful! Oh, what shall I do? I am wild—frantic—filled with agony!”

“I am an inventor, and my latest contrivance is a flying ice boat, with which I have planned to visit the mysterious land of Nova Zembla. As my course will be the same as that of the ship Red Eric it is more than likely that I shall fall in with that whaling ship. If I don’t I’ll hunt for it. If I find her I shall save your son. I swear it, for I have the means of doing so.”

His words were so emphatic that renewed hope was 4 aroused in the heart of the half-distracted mother, and she dried her tears and asked:

“Within a few days,” Frank replied. “My flying ice ship is nearly finished. I came to Boston to get the few things I need to complete her. To-morrow I am going home; but ere I leave this city I shall make it my business to help you to have Alfred Milburn arrested, so you can recover possession of the fortune of which he designs to rob you.”

The inventor was accompanied by a little old negro named Pomp, and a rollicking, red-headed, pug-nosed Irishman named Barney O’Shea, who always went with him on his travels, and lived in Readestown.

Both were inveterate practical jokers; the coon was a good cook and played the banjo, and the Celt was an expert violinist, and ever ready for a fight or fun of any kind, while both were greatly devoted to the inventor.

On the following morning the coon woke up early, dressed himself, and going out into the hall heard Barney snoring in his room.

“Golly! wha’ lazy feller dat I’ishman am,” muttered the darky, with a grin, as he paused outside of Barney’s room. “Specs he sleep de whole lib long day ef I done let him. Wondah if I kin git in dar?”

The Celt lay on his back, with his month wide open, and Pomp stole over to the wash-basin, turned on the freezing cold water full force, put his finger over the faucet, and squirted it at the sleeper.

He gave a sudden start, the snoring ceased, and he sat up very much confused from being awakened so violently.

Barney only wore a red flannel undershirt, and as the cold liquid flew about his limbs he jumped up in the air, his teeth chattering, his hair on end, and roar after roar pealing from his lips.

“Begorra! I’m a dead man!” he roared, as he rushed, danced, hopped and galloped around the room, followed by the cold stream and the laughter of the mischievous coon. “Howly beans! ther roofs leakin’! Ther poipes bushted! Ther house is afoire! Help! Help!”

“Yah! yah! yah!” howled the delighted darky. “Haw, haw, haw! Lord amassy, looker de jumpin’-jack!”

“Shtop it!” shouted the Celt, as he raced around to avoid the freezing water. “Bedad, I’m frozen! Pomp, ye spalpeen, wanst I get ther grip av me fingers in ther wool av yer head, I’ll scalp yez wid wan pull.”

“Hop, dar, yo’ chimpanzee; hop, I say! I’se gwine to gib yo’ a wash if yo’ neber hab one befo’, chile.”

There were several pairs of shoes, a boot jack, and sundry other objects lying upon the floor, which he eagerly grasped.

The next moment he bombarded the coon with them from behind the door, and as the fusillade whizzed through the air, Pomp made an effort to dodge them.

He was not quick enough, and the next moment a shoe caught him a thump on the nose, a valise banged him on the ear, and a whisk broom pounded him in the eye.

With a howl of pain, as a second volley struck him, he charged on the Irishman, who had come from behind the door.

The coon’s head was down to butt the Irishman in the stomach, but just at the right moment Barney nimbly sprang aside, and with a terrible crash Pomp’s head struck a panel of the door.

It went through, splintering the wood, and before he could withdraw his skull, Barney seized one of the bed-slats and belabored him so that every thump sounded like a pistol shot, and the howls of the captured coon awakened every one in the house.

In the midst of the furore Frank rushed in, and although he could hardly refrain from laughing at the drenched Irishman and the stuck darky, he assumed an angry look and cried, sternly:

The moment he got free and saw Frank he wilted, and making a dive for the door, vanished in the hall.

When the coon and the Irishman met at the breakfast table, they had so far forgotten their anger that the subject was not referred to.

Frank afterward took them aside, told them all about Mrs. Grey and her son, and after introducing them to the 5 lady they went to police headquarters and laid the matter before the authorities.

A detective took a warrant for the arrest of Alfred Milburn, and accompanying Mrs. Grey to her residence with Frank and his friends, they went in and arrested the lawyer.

His dismay was intense when he saw Mrs. Grey free and Frank in her company, for he recognized the young inventor at once.

We may as well add here that he had to disgorge the money he held in trust for the widow and her son, and without much delay was sentenced to a long term in prison for his rascality.

Having procured the parts of the flying machine they were after, Frank and his two friends assured the lady again that they would strain every effort to rescue her son, and then boarded a train for home.

Readestown, to where they went, was a beautiful little western city near a river that flowed to the Atlantic.

Here dwelt Frank in a magnificent mansion, near which stood the great machine shops in which his wonderful inventions were constructed.

The young inventor upon his arrival found an old friend there named Dr. Vaneyke, who had often gone with him on his trips.

The white-bearded old scientist had heard that Frank had built a new flying machine, and being desirous of accompanying him in it on his proposed journey, had come from the Smithsonian Institute, with which he was connected, to join the inventor.

Frank was delighted at the prospect of having his old friend go, and readily assented to the plan.

On the following day, as the air ship was nearly finished, the inventor brought the professor out to the shop to see it.

The room in which Frank’s invention stood was a vast apartment, with sliding doors in the roof which could be operated to permit the exit of his flying machines from the interior.

The vessel was made of an extremely light, bullet-proof material called aluminum, and looked like a two-masted schooner, with a rounded, wedge-shaped bow and stern.

At the truck of each mast was a large gyroscope, while upon the upper part of each of the yards many more of these wheels were arranged in a horizontal position to lift the engine in the air.

Upon the yards and stays were furled sails, to be used while traveling before the wind.

At the bow was a long bowsprit, a searchlight at its foot, and upon its deck, in the forward section, a pilot-house.

There were three big steel ice runners on each side, and between them two spiked wheels for propelling the boat over the ice without sails.

At the stern was an ice rudder, above it a water rudder, a water screw, and on the end of a shaft an immense air-wheel for propulsion.

As they stood looking at the boat, which was operated by electricity, the door-bell rang, and Frank saw the professor start nervously, turn very pale, and glare at the entrance.

“I am nervous,” admitted Vaneyke. “So would any one be who is innocent of murder, and is accused of killing a man.”

“Then I’ll explain,” said the doctor. “But until I do, I don’t want you to open that door, for I have a feeling that the police are there, trying to get in to arrest me!”

“Night before last, while walking here from the railroad depot, I heard a pistol shot in a lonely part of the road, followed by the cry of murder,” the doctor answered. “Running forward, I saw a man fall to the ground, and another man plunged into the bushes. Beside the fallen man laid a revolver which I picked up. It was the weapon with which the man was shot; I next examined the body. The man was dead. The ball had penetrated his heart. Scarcely had I made this discovery when some constables came running up the road and some men down the road.

“Among the latter was the murderer. I recognized him at a glance. He pointed at me and said: “Arrest him; he killed the man; I saw him do it. See, he yet holds the pistol in his hand with which the crime was committed!” Although I protested my innocence, no one believed me. The men surrounded me; they were going to forcibly arrest me. Seeing how strong the circumstantial evidence was against me, I fled and escaped in safety to your house unseen. Since then, I am sure the authorities have been searching for me.”

“I want to leave as soon as possible in pursuit of the Red Eric to rescue Walter Grey. I can’t do it if you are arrested with such a serious charge hanging over your head. No! You must not submit to arrest.”

“For safety get aboard the ice ship and hide yourself, while I open the door and ascertain who is outside.”

He went aboard of the Ranger, as he had christened the flying ice ship, and opening a door in the wheel-house, found himself in a large room.

It contained some furniture, a compass, steering wheel, levers for controlling the mechanism, and a number of registers.

A companionway led him down into a small but beautiful cabin, where he found the professor pacing nervously to and fro.

“It’s just as I feared,” murmured Dr. Vaneyke, despairingly. “The detective will guard this place until he can get a warrant to come in after me. Then he will take me anyway.”

“Oh, yes, I can. A little more work will put the Ranger in perfect order. She is already equipped for her intended journey, and contains enough food and water to last several months. By to-night we will all leave here in her.”

Frank then left him, and going to the house, explained the situation to his family, Barney and Pomp.

The coon went out, and purchasing a white beard and wig from a costumer, he returned to the house, and one of Frank’s mechanics was dressed up in the professor’s clothes, and donned the false hair.

A saddle horse was led from the stable, the man looking very much like Vaneyke mounted the beast and away he rode.

The detective saw him, and pursued him at once, thinking he was chasing the old scientist.

Our friends then set to work upon the air ship, and completed the work to be done upon her.

The four friends were aboard, working by electric light with all the speed they could muster, and had taken leave of every one.

Scarcely had everything been put in readiness when there came a tremendous pounding at the door again.

“Frank Reade, Jr.!” yelled the detective’s voice. “Open this door in the name of the law or I’ll break it down!”

“Do you hear me?” roared the officer, showering a volley of kicks and blows against the door. “You are breaking the law by harboring a criminal, sir, and it will go hard with you if you still refuse to let me take him out of there.”

Frank glanced at his workmen, and saw them trying to force open the sliding doors in the roof above the Ranger.

Frank began to get restless, and passing into the wheel-room, he peered out the window with an anxious look upon his face.

It was evident that the officers had brought a battering ram to bear upon the door, for every blow they dealt it made it shake, and caused every window pane to rattle.

An awful shower of blows now struck the door, and it went down with a splitting crash, and the detective and several policemen rushed in.

Seeing the professor aboard the air ship, the officers made a rush for the Ranger to board her.

The gyroscopes flew around with a tremendous buzzing sound, and just as the officers reached the side of the boat she ascended into the air.

A yell of chagrin escaped the officers, for the Ranger shot through the now open roof and soared up into the dark sky.

The rooms were magnificently furnished, and consisted of a cabin, a dormitory, dining-room, kitchen, storeroom and engine-room.

Each apartment was equipped with electric lights and an electric heating apparatus of Frank’s invention.

The motive power was derived from a dynamo which was driven by a small petroleum engine; there was a special machine for the electric lights, and the mechanism of the gyroscopes worked by a large number of storage batteries.

Any height could be reached in the air, according to the speed at which the gyroscopes were run, and the huge driving wheel drove the ice ship along at a prodigious rate of speed.

Upon reaching an altitude of 1,600 feet, Frank slackened the speed of the gyroscopes to conform to the height at which he desired to remain, and put the driving screw in motion.

The machine was then steered for the northeastward, and glided through the air like an arrow.

The machinery worked exactly as Frank had designed, and the ship of the air operated beautifully.

Barney and Pomp were so delighted over the professor’s escape that the former got out his fiddle and the latter his banjo, whereupon a lively tune was struck up and they played and sang until a late hour.

Pomp had taken charge of the cooking department, and the Irishman attended to the machinery when it became necessary.

“Had I been incarcerated for that crime,” said he to Frank, as they went out on deck after breakfast, “I could not have gone with you, and might have been hung.”

“For my part, I was determined that you should not fall into the detective’s hands,” replied the inventor, “for I was anxious to have you go with me on this cruise.”

They shook out the sails, as the Ranger was going with the wind, and as the white duck bellied out, speed was added to the boat.

“She has considerable start, but we may be able to overhaul her, as we can make very rapid headway,” Frank replied. “I owe Captain Ben Bolt a grudge for the scalp wound he gave me, and I’ll avenge myself by wresting Walter Grey from his power.”

“Well, the boat is well heated, and we have warm fur clothing on board,” said Frank. “If there is ice on the island, we can travel over it on the boat’s runners, to examine the remains of the mammoth you say you wish to get for the institute you represent.”

“Yes. A gentleman of known veracity saw the body of a huge beast buried on Nova Zembla, and sent word to that effect to the Smithsonian, with directions how to find it. This, of course, is why I was so anxious to go with you, for I have orders to get part of the remains.”

Below them lay the north Atlantic, and a number of ships were seen dotting the surface in different places.

A constant watch with telescopes was maintained by those on duty for some sign of the Red Eric.

8 Having reached the British isles the ice ship crossed the North Sea and sailed along the western coast of Norway.

Nothing was seen of the whaling ship, and the island of Nova Zembla finally appeared in the distance.

Our friends were obliged to put on fur clothing, and the electric heating apparatus was put in operation.

It made the interior of the Ranger warm and comfortable, and rendered its inmates quite cozy.

The mercury in the thermometer had gone down to within two degrees of zero, and the upper regions of the air became filled with fine needles of ice that stung the skin of our friends when exposed to it.

Moreover, the sky in this region was so filled with heavy leaden-hued clouds that the meager light was still further reduced.

Upon first observing the icy particles that constantly filled the air, Frank was very much amazed, and involuntarily cried:

“There is the island of Nova Zembla now,” said the professor, pointing away to the northeastward. “It is a land the interior of which has never been explored yet.”

It looked like an elongated crescent, 600 miles long by 60 wide, and lay between 70 degrees 30 minutes and 77 degrees N. latitude and 52 degrees and 60 minutes E. longitude.

Its northeastern extremity was west of the meridian of Yalmal peninsula, and its southern was separated from Vaygach island by Kara Strait, 30 miles wide.

Nova Zembla was cut through the middle by a narrow winding channel called the Matotchkin Shar connecting the Arctic Ocean with the Kara Sea.

Upon a nearer approach to it Frank closely examined the place with a glass, and gained a fair idea of the interior.

The western coast was greatly indented by fjord-like bays and studded with many islands, and was less ice-bound than might be supposed, as a continuation of the warm current of the Gulf Stream flowed along the coast.

In the interior was an alpine region with isolated mountain peaks, a complicated system of spurs and deep valleys extending even under the sea.

At the north was a vast swelling of land covered with an immense ice sheet descending north and south to the sea coast.

All this region was covered with fields of snow descending in broad strips along the slopes of the isolated peaks, and feeding mighty glaciers in the deeper valleys.

While Frank was sizing up the desolate place a dense fall of snow began that hid the island from his view.

It was impossible to see where they were going, and as the wind had shifted around, it became necessary to furl the sails.

Leaving the old professor at the wheel, Frank called the coon and the Irishman to help him, and they went out on deck.

Mingled with the great clouds of down-falling snowflakes were the dreadful needles of ice that stung their eyes, were inhaled in their lungs, and fairly penetrated their skin.

The halliards were slackened off, and as the canvas fell in lazy-jacks the work of furling was reduced to a minimum.

Down fluttered the square sails from the yards, while the staysails were hauled to the bowsprit by the down-hauls.

Barney was at the mainmast, Pomp at the foremast, and Frank had gone up forward.

As soon as the canvas was down on the yards, the darky and the Celt ran up the shrouds to tie it down with gaskets.

The sails had nearly all been fastened when the coon and the inventor were suddenly startled by hearing a wild yell from Barney.

There came a violent shock on the rope, and it parted under the weight of the Celt’s body, but he retained his hold on the lower portion of it, and took a rapid turn of it around his arm.

A shout of alarm escaped Frank when he saw his friend flying through the air, and go over the railing.

Barney gave himself up for lost, for the Ranger was then at a height of 2,000 feet from the sea, and he knew he was bound to perish before landing in the water.

When he had reached the end of the broken stay, however, 9 he paused with a shock that nearly pulled his arm out of joint, and wrung a groan of agony from his lips.

His body bounced in the air, and came down again with another jerk that fairly made him howl with pain.

But the turn of the rope around his arm saved his life, and he swung there like a clock pendulum.

As soon as he had sufficiently recovered his wits, though, he seized the rope with the other hand.

Barney was pulled half-way up to the deck in this manner, when suddenly there came a shout from the professor.

They were moving very slowly compared to the speed at which they had been spinning.

Holding the falling ice and snow, the metal spars were so cold that the flakes congealed around the pivots, choking them so that the ice thus formed interfered with their revolutions.

They pulled the imperiled Irishman up to the deck, and he heaved a great sigh of relief when he had a firm footing once more.

“Faith, I’d rather froze ter death up here than doy be fallin’ into ther say!”

“There really isn’t much choice in the matter,” said Frank; “for we are going down anyway. Hey, Dr. Vaneyke!”

The professor pulled the screw lever over, and with increased speed the flying ice ship darted through the snowflakes to the eastward.

Vaneyke had got his bearings before the blinding storm began, and although the Ranger was swiftly descending, she kept going to the landward at terrific velocity.

Frank saw that the sails no longer interfered with the movements of the ice ship, and as he and his companions were very cold, they passed into the pilot house.

“No,” answered the professor, shaking his head. “But once we alight we will soon find Matotchkin Shar, and as most of the whalers winter there at the Norwegian fishing stations, we will be very apt to find the Red Eric there later, if not now.”

“Howly floy!” gasped Barney, looking out of the window, “there’s ther say beneath us again!”

It was a broad sheet of water, sure enough, but the inventor turned the electric current into the searchlight.

As the bright glare pierced the falling flakes he saw that it was a stream of water over which they were flying.

“It is the Matotchkin Shar, the strait that cuts this island in two!” he exclaimed. “See, we approach a shore.”

It was fair to presume that she would soon reach land, and as this place was covered with ice, they rightly concluded that it was the northern side of the stream.

10 The Ranger was then but ten yards above the water, and still falling fast; but she was close to the shore.

Her runners and side wheels acted like flanges in holding her bolt upright, and the impetus given her by her flight sent her gliding on her runners over the sparkling ice.

Grasping the lever which raised or lowered the side wheels, he gave it a sudden pull, for he saw the boat swiftly gliding toward an immense crevice in the ice.

Down went the spiked wheels with a crash, and acting like a brake, as they were rigid, they scratched over the surface for some distance, and finally stopped the boat.

This occurred only just in time, for the Ranger had reached the edge of the chasm as she paused.

Frank saw this, and turning a switch, he put an electric current in the side-wheel motor, reversing it, and she backed away, the wheels digging into the ice, and moving the Ranger very easily.

They were then upon an immense glacier running down a valley embowered between two mountains.

Having brought the ship to a pause, Frank went up the masts and examined the gyroscope pivots.

It was utterly impossible to keep them clear of the ice without resorting to some artificial means of keeping the spars warm.

Various plans were suggested until at length Frank thought of running platinum wires into all the hollow tubes and connecting them with the electric heating apparatus in the engine-room.

To carry out this would require time, and as they had plenty of it to spare, they began to try the experiment.

The following day had dawned before the wires were arranged according to Frank’s plans, and the snow-storm had stopped.

When the current was turned into them, the ice soon began to melt on the spars and the gyroscopes spun freely.

“We can go up in the sky without fear now,” said Frank, smilingly, as they sat down to breakfast.

“Suppose we run for the Norwegian fishing station and consult its inhabitants about the Red Eric?” asked Vaneyke.

“No,” answered Frank. “We’ll use the boat’s skates, as there is plenty of ice all around here, and we can save trouble by staying down.”

Accordingly, after the meal, he ascended to the turret and started the ice wheels, when the ship glided smoothly along.

The stern runner steered her the same as on any ice-boat, and was automatically lowered to the ice level.

Along sped the Ranger to the eastward, keeping as close to the stream as possible, so as not to miss any ships that might be at anchor in the ice-covered water.

As the sun only appeared for a few hours at a time, the days were of very short duration, and they had to keep the electric lights lit.

The storm had left a mantle of snow upon the ice-covered ground, through which the Ranger’s runners cut like huge knives, and her crew observed a range of lofty mountains at the left.

Scarcely any vegetation was seen, but as they glided along, view was caught of a few vagrant birds, some lemmings, ice-fox, and several immigrant reindeer.

Oil along the coast, though, countless numbers of ducks, geese and swan were flying about the rocks, making the air resonant with their cries and the ceaseless flapping of their wings.

Several miles from the glacier Frank observed a mass of beetling ice blocks strewn across their path.

There were several openings among them, though, through which he saw he could steer the ship to clearer ice beyond.

“How in the world could these immense blocks of ice have got there?” asked Dr. Vaneyke in surprise, when he saw them.

“If they fell from there” said he, “wouldn’t they have been propelled along over this glassy surface to the very strait?”

“Sure enough, if they came from enough height to project them a great distance, for they would certainly slide freely.”

“Do you notice how much warmer it is here than it was in the sky, doctor?” asked the young inventor.

He hastened from the turret, and going out on deck, made his way out to the end of the long bowsprit.

11 Barney caught hold of the refractory sail just as the Ranger ran into the icy pass, and secured it where it belonged.

He then started to make his way back to the deck, when one of the forward runners struck against an icy hummock.

He barely had time to roll aside when the grinding runners flew by within an inch of his body, for Frank had seen what had befallen him, and swiftly steered the Ranger aside.

Had the steel blade hit the Irishman, it would have cut him in two, for the weight of the boat was considerable, as it was very large.

The coon rushed out on the deck, and when the Ranger passed Barney, he scrambled to his feet.

Frank had to keep her going a few moments, though, for there was a bend around which she was dashing.

As he started to rush around the bend after her a huge brown bear darted out from behind an icy projection in front of him.

Before the startled Irishman could stop himself, he struck the beast, fell over it and landed on the ice again.

He wanted to run after the Ranger again, but could not do so, as the bear was between him and the boat.

Seeing the ugly brute coming for him, he clapped his hand to his belt in search of a weapon to defend himself.

He realized that he could not do anything with the beast now, and taking to his heels, ran away, hotly pursued by the animal.

None of the Ranger’s crew had seen what had befallen Barney, as the bend in the pass hid him from their view.

Frank, therefore, did not hasten to stop the ice ship’s wheels, and to his surprise he found her flying down the side of a steep hill.

To stop her now with the brake was almost an utter impossibility, for the wheels were apt to trip her up.

She gathered speed every moment, as the hill was steep, and was soon roaring down like a locomotive.

The snow flew up in showers from in front of her runners, and a loud buzzing sound came from them as they cut through the ice.

Away she flew, and reaching the bottom of the hill, Frank abruptly turned to the right to avoid a mass of rough ice ahead of her.

No sooner did she fly around the base of the hill, when to their amazement the boat began to sink.

Above the snow rose the tops of a number of ice huts, shaped like inverted bowls, and a tremendous shout in a strange tongue emanated from the huts the boat struck and crushed in.

The rest swarmed out into the passages cut through the drift and got upon the level ground above the hollow where they had their huts.

All of them were dark-skinned people, somewhat resembling the Esquimaux of North America and Greenland.

They wore fur clothing, with pointed hoods for their heads, and carried walrus spears, muskets and knives in their hands.

Although amazed at the sight of such a peculiar boat there, these Nova Zembla savages soon recovered from their surprise, and brandishing their weapons at our friends whom they now saw, they began to prepare for an attack.

Their animosity was aroused by the injury done so innocently to some of the inmates of the ice huts.

Frank could do nothing with the ship but let her stop of her own accord when she plunged into the snow drift.

Just then the yelling natives fired at the boat, a shower of arrows, spears and musket bullets striking the Ranger.

All the wooden weapons broke against the hull of the ice ship, and the leaden bullets flattened against the plates.

He put the gyroscopes in operation, and the air ship pulled herself up out of the snowbank into the air.

A dismal howl of dismay pealed from the throats of the natives on her deck when they found themselves being carried up.

They lost no time jumping down into the snowdrift, and when the last man had left her the ones on the ice discharged a second volley up at her from their weapons.

The Ranger mounted to the height of the hill she descended before Frank stopped her.

He then glanced down and saw that there were nearly one hundred men, women and children standing on the ice glaring up at the boat.

She was within a dozen feet of the ground, ran back the way she came from, and had scarcely turned the bend when Frank heard a tremendous yell from Barney.

The professor complied, and the young inventor took a pneumatic rifle that threw dynamite bombshells and went outside.

When the flash of fire and glare of smoke vanished the bear was lying on its side violently kicking, and the upper part of its head was scattered to the four winds of heaven.

The Irishman was a dozen feet from the ground, upon a little shelf that was projecting over an almost smooth wall.

When the bear chased him, and he found it gaining, he ran up this wall by means of the tiny protuberances and indentations until he reached the edge of the shelf, when he pulled himself up the rest of the way.

Dropping down, he told Frank what had happened to him, after which they began to skin the bear, and cut away the choicest parts.

The natives had been swarming up the hill, and seeing the boat on the ground, made a grand rush for her.

He pulled the gyroscope lever, and the Ranger bounded up into the air, thwarting them a second time.

13 The coon started the boat along through the frozen sky, and the fine, needle-like particles that filled the air blew into their faces so strongly that they were forced to close the window.

As its burning rays fell upon the desolate landscape, the ice gleamed and sparkled like myriads of diamonds.

A cold, bleak air was blowing against the boat; but she ran through it with the greatest of ease, and reached the water front.

“Even had we remained down below, we could not have traveled over the ice,” remarked Frank. “See there, Pomp, great chasms in the ground in some places, and insurmountable hills in other places.”

“Yes, I know it’s a mild winter, but if the Red Eric comes to this sea at all, she will stop at that fishing station, I’m sure. I’m glad we’ve found the place, for it’s near here the body of the mastodon I’m after is to be found buried in the ground.”

The air ship continued on toward the wretched little cluster of wooden huts and soon reached them.

News of her approach had been communicated to the inhabitants and the crews of the ships.

Frank sent the Ranger down on the ice near them, and they all made a rush for her to find out what she was.

There were three whaling ships in winter quarters off the Norwegian fishing station, and all were from the United States.

The American sailors were among the Norwegians, and when they saw the stars and stripes fluttering from one of the Ranger’s masts, they set up a loud cheer.

Both captains then hailed Frank, asking what sort of craft the flying ice ship was, and he told them and asked:

“No, sir,” replied one of the captains; “but as we know she is coming here, we are on the lookout for her daily.”

“Oh, no; nor any one else’s, for that matter,” replied the whaler. “He’s a very ugly man, who is not liked very much by any one.”

“I’m glad to hear that, for he certainly is a bad man, and I can prove it. He was paid to shanghai a boy whom he has got aboard his vessel, and we are going to help the lad to escape.”

“If we meet the rascal and you don’t happen to be around, you can rest assured that we will make him produce the boy.”

“The man who discovered the remains said they were to be found in the ground at the head of Tchekin Bay, fifty miles north of here, on the eastern coast. The place is marked by a solitary cedar tree.”

As she passed the place haunted by the birds they flew away in fear, with a tremendous chorus of screams and violent whirring of wings.

The waves of the Kara Sea were breaking in a long line of foamy surf along the icy coast, and far out upon the 14 heaving waters great bergs and ice floes were seen drifting along.

It was bitterly cold in the frozen sky, and the moisture from the low-hanging, gloomy clouds covered the Ranger with their vapor, which was quickly converted into slippery ice.

She was completely glazed with it in a short time, but the hot wires in the hollow masts kept the pivots free at the gyroscopes.

Pomp went down into the engine-room to lubricate the machinery, and as Barney was already there, he dodged out of sight behind a dynamo, from whence, he narrowly watched the darky’s movements.

The fun-loving Irishman had not forgotten the trick Pomp played on him in the Boston hotel.

Unconscious of his danger, the diminutive darky went from one oil-cup to another, with the oil-can in his hand, filling them up.

As he was passing the dynamo behind which Barney crouched, the Celt passed a copper wire around his ankle and rapidly bound it there.

The moment he touched the metal lid of the cup to open it, an electric shock flew through him that made him spring in the air.

The wire Barney fastened to his leg was secured to one pole of the dynamo, and the Irishman had another wire from the other pole to the metal floor.

As the machinery was bolted to the floor, the moment Pomp touched any of the metal work, a complete circuit was made with his body, and a terrific shock was the result.

“Specs dey mus’ hab been some current in dat cup,” muttered the coon. “But dey ain’t no ‘lectrical connection dat I kin see.”

Feeling safe to go on with his work, he grasped the oil-cup cover again and made a second attempt to open it.

“Wow!” shrieked the coon, and dropping the oil-can, he gave another jump and started off on a run.

As he was going full speed, the jerk on his ankle pulled his leg from under him and he went to the floor with a bang.

He reached out his hand to assist himself to rise, but the contact with the floor completed the circuit again.

Intending to disengage it, he hoisted up the bound foot across his knee, and to balance himself reached out one hand and grasped one of the metal posts.

He relaxed his hold on the post as if it were red hot, and made a wild rush for the other end of the room, bawling:

“De hull ship’s ‘lectrified! Tu’n on de hose! Lor’ amighty, put me out! I’se ‘lectrocuted! Help, help, help!”

Barney could not hold in his mirth any longer, for the comical antics of the coon tickled him immensely.

“Roon ye spalpeen, roon!” he yelled, popping up from behind the dynamo. “If yez lucks back, yez will busht loike a bomb!”

It instantly flashed across his mind that Barney was responsible for the shocks he received, for the Celt was laughing immoderately.

“Dat wuz a great joke,” sadly said Pomp, returning. “I done gib yo’ credit fo’ dat, yo’ ole flannel-mouf terrier! Shake han’s on it. Dat’s one on me, honey, sho’s yo’ born!”

“Be heavens!” said he, “it’s the divil we O’Sheas bes at playin’ good wans on ther naygurs. I’m glad yez take it 15 loike a man. Here’s me fisht, and may ther next wan bate this joke.”

“Hurroar!” he yelled. “I’se got yer! Take dat, yo’ babboon! An’ dat, yo’ ole snoozer! An’ dat, yo’ blamed son ob a gorilla!”

As soon as he recovered from his astonishment, he struggled to get away, but Pomp had a grip like a vise upon him and would not let go until he booted the Celt all around the room.

“Yo’ did, huh? So I is, chile. I lub yo’ like a brudder. Golly! how much mo’ yo’ spec ob a feller?”

“Git out ob heah, yo’ white trash!” bellowed Pomp, picking up an ax. “Wanter play de same game on me, hey? Guess not, honey. Dey ain’t no flies on dis coon, an’ don’ yo’ forgit it!”

And Pomp had such a ferocious look upon his face as he rushed for Barney, with the ax uplifted, that the Irishman took flight and fled from the room, gasping:

“Begorry, the naygur’s off his nut, an’ there’ll be a bloody ruction here wid me for ther coorpse av I sthay.”

He laid aside the ax, and picking up the oil-can, resumed his work with no further molestation from the Irishman.

All this time the ice boat had been going on up the coast. In due course of time she reached the bay they were looking for, and the professor located the lone cedar tree.

He grasped the gyroscope lever and turned it, but though the wheels spun around the ice ship did not rise.

Her runners and wheels had become caught and held fast by the treacherous ground under her.

Leaving the boat in the professor’s care, Frank rushed out on deck, and peering over at the ground, he saw that it was sinking down beneath the weight of the boat.

The ice covering had given way, exposing a muddy marsh, up from which a terrible stench was rising.

The smell came from the rotting carcase of a huge mammoth lying buried in the mud.

This creature had probably stepped into the marsh centuries before, and sinking into the mire, was buried alive.

It had been preserved by the swamp freezing around it, and thus would have kept for an indefinite period, had not a thaw set in which rapidly decomposed the enormous body.

Exposed to Frank’s view was an elephantine head, covered with dry, dark-gray skin, furnished with tufts of hairs, the neck was covered with a long flowing mane, and a reddish wool grew all over the exposed parts.

“What a stench! It is awful!” he muttered, holding his nose. “The mud has hold of the wheels and runners.”

Having seen how the Ranger was held. Frank dashed inside, and telling the professor what he had seen, he pulled the levers controlling the side wheels and driving screw.

As they began slowly to revolve, the mud flew up from them in showers, and the runners having been thus cleared, the ascensional force of the gyroscopes lifted the ship up.

He viewed what little there was of the carcase on the surface, and going back again, he said to Frank:

“Blow the mud away from around that body so as to leave it exposed. The odor will attract the foxes and the wolves here. They will devour the flesh, picking the bones dry.”

“If they eat all the rotten meat,” said Frank, “as there are tons upon tons of it, there will be enough for an army.”

“As the food here is very scarce,” replied the old scientist, “the wild beasts are ravenous, and as there are vast numbers of them, they will soon get away with it.”

Frank went to the storeroom as he spoke, and procured two fifty-pound bombshells, to each of which he fastened a wire.

Taking them out on deck, he let them drop one after the other down into the mud, on each side of the mammoth.

They sunk deeply by their own weight, coming from a height, and the other ends of the electric wires remained in Frank’s hand.

Peering down, he saw that they were at a safe distance from the place where the shells would explode.

“When the ordinary gun-powder shell is fired on the battlefield,” he muttered, “if it explodes in front of a man, he will get killed, while if it bursts behind him, the man will not be injured, for the force is all thrown forward. Now, in this case, as the shells will be burst from the upper side, the force will be downward, and that will throw the mud up, I think.”

But just here the professor touched the wires to the battery, a current passed down to the shells, and they exploded.

A smothered roar was heard, and a tremendous mass of mud was blown so high in the air that some of it spattered the upper part of the flying ice ship.

When it subsided Frank looked down and saw that a huge pit had been rent in the marsh, and in the middle of it laid the body of an enormous mammoth.

The carcase was somewhat mutilated by the shells, but none of the limbs had been torn off.

A mass of black, muddy water ran back into the holes from the ground and settled around the body of the mammoth.

“The body is exposed. Come out here,” said Frank, as he wound in the wire with which the shells were burst.

“We’ll soon have that skeleton. Wait here awhile, and you will see for yourself.”

They soon saw wolves and foxes swarming from every direction toward the body of the mammoth.

The wolves fought the foxes to keep them away from the carcase, and began to tear the mammoth to pieces.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands came from all points of the compass, and a frightful struggle went on amid snarls and yells, and the flesh was torn from the mammoth’s body rapidly.

“There’s no use remaining here any longer,” said Frank, “for it will take several days to finish devouring all that putrid meat. Let us leave. We can return and gather up the bones.”

Barney and Pomp had come out on deck, and it was decided to send the ice ship down over the Archangel Sea, there to wait and watch for the whaler, no objection being raised.

It was getting so uncomfortably cold out on deck that our friends were glad to go inside again.

They spent a week in the frozen sky, searching for some trace of the whaler, but failed to see her.

Far in the north the ocean was frozen up and covered with drift ice which the currents carried to the southward.

But the warm current of the Gulf Stream kept the Russian shore-water clear enough for any ships to pass on to Nova Zembla, so they expected to see the Red Eric come along any moment.

Terrible hail storms, blinding snow falls and fierce tempests were now of daily occurrence.

The thermometer mercury sank below zero, and the icy 17 particles in the frozen sky became so dense that at times it formed a mist which they could not see through.

These fine needles attacked their skins so fiercely that it made their faces bleed and threatened to destroy their sight.

The moon looked like a big, crooked ball of fire, the aurora borealis played in beautiful colors in the northern sky, and the short days grew shorter still.

A suspicion that the whaler was not going to the Kara Sea now began to dawn upon Frank’s mind.

“Nonsense!” replied the professor. “Isn’t it something to get the bones of that mammoth, Frank?”

“Of little consequence to me in view of the more important work I have on hand,” the inventor replied. “By this time the bones must be picked clean.”

“But perhaps the crew might know about the latter vessel,” thought Frank, and he said aloud: “Descend, until I speak to her captain.”

They were soon hovering over the vessel, and he addressed her crew, telling them what the Ranger was, and asking about the Red Eric.

“See her?” repeated the captain. “Of course I did. I was in her company several days. She is up in the North now.”

“She came up from Boston nearly a week ago, and has gone into winter quarters in Nordenskjold bay.”

“Start back for Tchekin bay, and we’ll get the mammoth’s bones. After that, in order to approach the Red Eric unseen, we will go toward her quarters overland.”

The air ship flew back to Nova Zembla, and headed for the marsh where the mammoth’s body had been.

When they reached the place they found nothing but the animal’s skeleton, and took it aboard.

An immense plain of ice stretched away ahead of the Ranger, and an hour after she started, with Barney at the wheel, Frank came rushing in from the deck, and cried, suddenly:

The Irishman did so, and a pallor overspread his freckled face as he saw that the Ranger was being pursued by an immense cyclonic cloud which was sweeping over the island.

It extended from the sky to the ground, black as ink, vivid tongues of lightning flying out of it, and it swept everything before it with irresistible fury.

Blocks of ice were flying through the air with the force of cannon balls, great clouds of it, ground to powder, rolled up like a fog before the rush of wind, and a roaring of the gale arose that sounded dreadful.

Click, click, click! they dug into the ice, the Ranger rushed on at a tremendous rate, and a wild buzz arose from the flying spokes and from under the steel runners.

“Be heavens! if that thing stroikes us it’s all over wid ther Ranger but ther shoutin’!” cried the Celt, nervously.

The inventor dashed out on deck again, where Pomp and the doctor then were swiftly unfurling the sails.

Lending them his assistance, Frank quickly succeeded in getting the canvas up, and as there was a beam wind they hauled around the braces and stays, and the speed of the Ranger was materially increased.

She was now flying over the ice with all the speed at her command, and made a mile a minute.

18 The terrible cyclone was roaring on in her wake, its sable cloud spreading over a large tract of territory.

“It’s lucky we’ve got a clear field of ice ahead,” Frank remarked, as he clutched the railing. “If we hadn’t, that monster would soon reach us and hurl the Ranger up in the air.”

The canvas was bulging as if it would burst from the bolt ropes, and the wheel motors inside were fairly howling as the armatures flew around at the top of the speed imparted by the battery.

Along they shot, the terrific pace undiminished, the runner’s bumping over the lumpy spots, crashing across the cracks, and plowing up the snow they encountered.

The exciting race was kept up for the northeast, for the cyclone followed the trend of the land.

Suddenly the strain on one of the square sails became so great that it burst in two with a report like a gun-shot.

In a moment the tattered canvas was wildly flying ahead from the yard, and as considerable power was lost, the speed of the Ranger was slightly diminished.

It made a vast difference, for the storm now began to gradually gain upon the ice ship.

“We couldn’t,” replied the doctor. “We haven’t got strength enough. The wind would tear the canvas from our hands.”

Just then a shower of small icy lumps carried on in advance of the storm struck the boat.

Pelted all over, Frank and his companions were obliged to run into the turret for protection.

The missiles flying through the frozen sky in back of the first ones were very large.

As the Ranger continued to lose ground she now began to get pelted with these lumps.

Every blow that struck her gave back a metallic ring and the clattering clash of the ice breaking.

Barney now observed some vast ice hills off to the northwest about a league, and pointing at them, he said:

“Faith, it’s pertection we’d be afther havin’ if we wor ter get undher shelter av thim cliffs, sor.”

Around spun the wheel which had been geared to the ice rudder, and as the boat swung off on the new tick, Frank and the coon hastened out, and slackened off the braces.

They did not feel the wind, now that they were going with it, but they continued to lose ground by tacking athwart the course of the cyclone, and the pelting ice blocks continued.

One of these blocks struck Pomp in the back and knocked him across the slippery deck.

He would have gone overboard, had Frank not reached out his hand and seized him.

Such a fall would have meant certain death for the darky, as the ice ship would have left him astern, and the raging storm would soon have reached and destroyed him.

The Ranger now resounded from the repeated blows she received; but she was rapidly nearing the icy cliffs.

Barney worked the wheel like a veteran ice boatman, and kept his eyes open for pitfalls filled with snow and crevices that could trip the boat or wedge the runners.

There were many openings among the ice cliffs, and as the Ranger dashed up to one of them the cyclone was only a short distance astern of her.

The pass was winding, and the bottom lumpy, and Barney grasped the levers with one hand.

Around a curve swept the Ranger, as the canvas fluttered down, and Barney gave utterance to a startled exclamation, and hastily cut out the current, for the pass terminated in a cul-de-sac.

19 The ice ship was plunging with fearful velocity straight at the wall that rose to an immense height in front of her.

It seemed for a moment to Barney that she must run her long bowsprit against the hard wall.

Putting on the current, he reversed the wheels, and they tore through the ice with a terrific ripping sound.

She slid along a considerable distance, her wheels ripping up the ice and sending it flying in two streams on each side of her.

Flung down by the collision, every one thought for a few moments that some serious injury had been done to the ship.

In this belief they were undeceived, as soon as they got upon their feet and saw how she struck.

Huge fragments of ice were torn off and hurled in the air, and a shower of splintered particles rained down in the ravine.

Further retreat was cut off by the dead wall, and the boat could not move any way on account of the bowsprit being caught.

In this design it met with some success, but it finally passed on, leaving a broad trail of devastation behind, and sending enormous blocks of ice thundering down from the cliff tops.

Once it had passed ahead, Frank and his companions broke the ice away from around the bowsprit with axes, and released her.

Going aboard, they ran her back for the entrance to the ravine to get out on the icy plain again.

But when they reached the place where the opening had been, they found it blocked up by tons of the ice that had fallen down from the cliff tops.

Every one was alarmed by this, for the ice blocks were so high and thick that they saw no possible means of getting the ship over it, for the top of the gorge was too contracted to allow her to fly up and thus pass the barrier.

A conference was held by the four adventurers to devise a means of overcoming the icy barrier choking up the exit of the ravine, and finally Frank said:

“I’ll explain. By forming a wire net over the ice and charging it with all the heat we use for the boat, the ice can gradually be melted away enough to let us get through.”

“Such a plan will consume much time,” said Dr. Vaneyke, “but as no better solution of the problem can be advanced, let us try it.”

“By de time we done reach Nordenskjold bay,” said Pomp, “de Red Eric mebbe be gone away.”

They saw no more of the cyclone that drove them into the pass, and set to work to carry out his idea.

Frank’s plan operated, but it took a long time to melt the icy barrier, and deprived of the heat, the interior of the Ranger became cold and cheerless.

A day and a night passed before they finally got the ice ship out on the icy plain again, and resumed their journey over the ground toward the place where the whaler was in winter quarters.

The question that most troubled them was whether Ben Bolt had the shanghaied boy aboard his ship yet.

They did not know that he had contracted with Alfred Milburn to put Walter Grey out of the way, so the lawyer could gain possession of the boy’s fortune.

Nor did Bolt know that the lawyer was in prison, Mrs. Grey in possession of her husband’s fortune, and Frank on his track to rescue the boy.

The mammoth’s bones did not interfere with the Ranger’s work, whether she was in the sea, on the ice, or in the air, as she was calculated to carry a much greater weight.

Barney and Pomp were so delighted over their escape from the pass that they got out the fiddle and the banjo and struck up a lively melody as the ice ship sped along.

The cyclone had left a broad trail where it swept over the ice, tumbling great blocks here and there, sending the loose 20 snow up in great drifts and sweeping the ice perfectly clean.

“Had the Ranger been caught in its grip,” said Frank, “there would by this time have been nothing left of her.”

“It is my impression that he yet has the shanghaied boy on his craft, and did not want the other whalers to know it. In a lonely, desolate place like the bay is where the Red Eric lies, he can put the unlucky boy out of the way, and no one will be the wiser. Don’t you see the point?”

At this moment a fine big reindeer bounded into view from behind a mass of icy blocks.

The beast cast a frightened glance of its big soft eyes at the boat, and wheeling around, it sped away.

The professor grasped the spokes, put on more speed, and Frank took a rifle and went out on deck.

The deer was speeding over the ice like the wind, and the ice boat rushed after it furiously.

A loud buzz arose from the wheels and a crackling from under the big steel runners.

Fast as the deer was going, the animal was no match for the ice ship, and it gradually bore down upon the creature.

The deer was heading for the coast; but, for some reason, was describing a sort of semi-circle.

Dr. Vaneyke, instead of steering along in the animal’s tracks, now took a short cut with the boat.

Only half the distance to the shore was covered when Frank raised his rifle and fired.

Vaneyke was about to carry out this order when the ice suddenly began to crack and snap under the boat like a volley of artillery.

Down sank the Ranger in the midst of the smashing ice, and a tremendous upheaval of the water.

It was low tide, and much of the water had run out from under the sheet of ice, so that when the boat broke through she went down five feet before she touched the water.

It was to go around the lake that the deer had been going in a circle was now very evident.

A cake of the ice struck Frank a violent blow and knocked him overboard into the freezing water.

Scarcely had he landed in the brine when down came the ice upon his head, and he was buried out of sight.

For an instant Frank was so bewildered that he felt sure he was going to drown; then he pulled his faculties together, and realizing his position, he dove under and swam under water.

It was lucky for him that he went in the right direction, for he came up in clear water beside the boat.

Grasping one of the runners, he held himself up until he got his breath, and then climbed to the deck.

No one knew what had befallen him until he went inside the turret, where he found Barney and Pomp with the doctor.

“Yer’d better change yer clothes an’ take a sup o’ whiskey,” advised Barney; “or, be heavens! it’s a cowld in yer head yez will catch.”

When he returned in a change of clothing, he showed no ill effects from his involuntary cold bath.

He found his companions devising a means of getting out of the trap into which the deer had lured them.

21 “The only way to do is to start the gyroscopes revolving,” said Frank. “Let her land near the dead deer.”

As soon as the ice ship landed beside the carcase of the deer Frank went around and secured the best portions of it.

Numerous indentations were met with along the coast, and a keen lookout was kept for the whaler.

Mighty cliffs rose here and there, vast glaciers were crossed, valleys were traversed, and they had to skirt the bases of huge rocky ridges and towering mountains.

Everything presented a wild and picturesque appearance, perfectly desolate as far as humanity was concerned, and yet teeming with birds and beasts.

How these creatures subsisted in that barren region was a mystery; but it was clear that they gained a very meager living, as was evidenced by their gaunt, bony forms.

Finally Frank made a calculation, and referring to a chart, he said to his friends in the cabin:

“But the distance traveled warrants the belief that we are near it,” persisted Frank.

Barney was just about to reply when there came a yell from Pomp, up in the turret.

The whaler, stripped of her canvas, was moored to the shore of a large bay in a great basin below an eminence upon which the ice ship had just come to a pause.

The appearance of Captain Ben Bolt’s ship so close by sent a thrill through the crew of the Ranger.

Not a soul was to be seen upon the whaler, and Frank at once caused the ice ship to recoil out of sight.

“Well,” said Dr. Vaneyke, “there is the ship we are after. Now what, do you intend to do about it, Frank?”

“Well, we will keep a sharp watch upon your movements from up here, and if we see that you need our assistance, all hands will be ready to go down to your aid.”

And so saying, Frank armed himself with a brace of pneumatic pistols and a knife, and leaving the Ranger, he strode away.

At some distance from the boat, he observed a cleft in the ice, down which he could go to the shore of the bay.

The water in which the whaler floated was open in the middle, but the shores were frozen up, excepting for a stretch that extended outward from where the boat laid.

But there was a man’s face pressed against a parted curtain at one of the bull’s-eyes in the stern.

He was astonished to see Frank, but did not recognize him in the fur costume he wore, for the hood covered most of the young man’s face to ward off the cold.

Finding a ladder at the side, he made his way up to the deserted ice-covered deck and saw a light in the cabin windows.

From down in the forecastle came the sound of sailors’ voices, and a stream of smoke was pouring up from a funnel in the deck, showing that the whalers had fires going below decks.

The captain led the way into his cabin, and Frank followed 22 him, closing and locking the door, and taking the key.

With a wild glare in his eyes, the captain regarded Frank as if he were some horrible apparition.

A yell of alarm escaped the captain when he saw who his caller was, and he recoiled a step, exclaiming:

“Yes,” assented Frank, as he whipped out a pistol and covered the wretch with it; “and if you utter a word to betray me to your crew, I’ll put a ball in your brain.”

“I won’t, if you behave. I’ll simply render you helpless so you can’t show any treachery.”

“Now, see here, my man!” said Frank, sternly, “I’ve chased you all the way here from Boston to rescue Walter Grey——”

“That’s an infamous lie, for I saw Alfred Milburn carry him aboard of this ship when you and your two men were at me. Before I left Boston Mrs. Grey was out of the lunatic asylum and Milburn was forced to disgorge her fortune. He is now in prison for what he did.”

He realized that the plot had been exposed which made him liable for complicity, and reasoned at once that he had lost all chance of getting the extra $2,500 Milburn offered to pay him for putting the boy out of the way.

Indeed, he now stood a good chance to go to prison for what he had done in the matter.

“Yes,” assented Frank. “All the lies you utter now will not avail you in the least. If I like I can take you away and put you in jail. But I will be easy with you.”

“Yesterday this craft was on ther sea. A quarter boat wuz towin’ astarn, ther boy in it, a-paintin’ ther ship. Ther rope must ha’ broke, leavin’ him adrift on ther sea, ‘cause we found ther end of ther broken painter, an’ missed ther quarter boat.”

He was a good reader of character, and realized that Ben Bolt was telling the truth about the matter.

“That settles it. I’m going to look for that boy. If I find that you have committed any crime in this case, I shall run you down and put you in jail.”

Frank unlocked the door and flung it open, when the captain caught sight of some of his men on deck.

He saw the men rushing aft, and not to get caught in a trap, he hastened out upon deck.

The ball chipped a piece out of the side of his jacket, and he at once shot the man down.

No sooner had he reached the ground than the rest of the crow came tumbling up from below.

The inventor saw that an encounter with the whole crew would be a very serious matter.

He therefore started to run away, when they all came swarming over the ice after him.

He glanced up and saw the ice ship launch itself into the air and come sailing toward him.

The professor darted the searchlight down into the eyes of the whalers, bringing them to a pause.

As the boat swept over him, Frank grasped the noose in the end of the line, and shouted cheerily:

To the astonishment of the pursuers Frank was whirled up into the air over their heads, and before they could recover from their surprise he was far beyond their reach.

As soon as he reached the deck he thanked his friends for their timely assistance and going into the turret with them he explained what Ben Bolt confessed to him.

“By searching, of course. You must remember that the Gulf Stream sweeps along this shore. It would carry the quarter boat along with it. We must follow its course.”

“I noticed that one of the quarter boats was missing. That fact seems to bear out what he asserted.”

“He might,” Frank admitted; “but if the boat was towing, she would not be apt to have oars in her by means of which Grey could row her.”

“Because,” replied Frank, significantly, “if it was to the financial interest of Ben Bolt to have the boat break loose he would have taken mighty great pains to see that no oars were in the boat.”

“Most decidedly I do. I can see the hand of Captain Ben Bolt in that rascally deed most plainly.”

They left the Red Eric out of sight astern in the gloom, and were soon flying over the sea close to the shore.

Sweeping the coast and sea continually as the boat was lowered, there was not much chance of an object so large as a quarter boat being missed by its broad glare of light.

To the left lay a great patch of clear, open water, in which no ice could stay without melting.

Outside it was frightfully cold, for the thermometer mercury had fallen to thirty-five degrees below zero.

The air was fogged around the boat by clouds of fine needles of ice, through which the moonlight shone, making the sky gleam and glisten like polished silver.

To go out in this frozen moisture of air, leaving any 24 part of the body exposed, meant frost bites of the severest kinds, as our friends knew by experience.

“It hardly seems probable that the boat could have landed here,” said Frank. “That shore ice would keep it away.”

“There’s more likelihood of it having been crushed by the floating ice cakes,” replied the professor.

Frank lowered the Ranger, turned her around, and flung the light ahead at a spot indicated by the Irishman.

The position of the boat, half buried under the shelving ice, was such that it was almost hidden from view.

“Faix, I’d a misht it meself,” replied Barney, “only I had a telescope in me fisht, so I did.”

The Ranger was brought to a pause above the boat a few yards, they saw that it was empty.

“There’s a track of human footprints in the snow on the ice that run in toward the coast yonder.”

He kept the flying machine within a few yards of the ice, and sent her slowly along inland toward some steep cliffs.

The enormous precipices towered up a thousand feet in the air, and formed the base of a tremendous mountain, which stood on the verge of the sea.

The well-defined trail passed into this place, and the Ranger followed it up into the gloomy defile.

Frank had to raise the boat every few moments, as the path sloped at an acute angle.

After awhile they reached a level plateau at the top of the cliffs and observed that the trail ran to the left.

“How fortunate that no wind or snow storm occurred here since these tracks were made,” commented Frank. “Had it occurred the trail would have been eliminated.”

“Begorra, there’s no ind to ther spalpeen’s walkin’,” said the Irishman. “It’s off we’ll foind his legs when we roon across him.”

But just as he was about to do she sank to the ground, her gyroscopes having almost stopped whirling.

At the same moment he heard a terrible noise up the mountain and saw an enormous snow slide coming down the side toward them.

Once this mass of tons upon tons of snow fell on them, the ice ship would be buried.

The Ranger was now rushing ahead again down a steep declivity that terminated at the edge of the lofty cliffs.

He was armed with a revolver, with which he was firing into them, while he shrieked to frighten them away.

25 Barney ran out on deck, and stood at the side of the boat to render the boy aid.

“Pomp!” screamed Frank, “is the dynamo fixed?” “Yassah!” came the reply. “Only a wire got unfastened.”

Into the pack of wolves rushed the boat, scattering the howling beasts right and left, and a scream of joy burst from the boy’s lips when he saw her coming.

Frank looked up and saw the avalanche of snow almost upon them and then glanced ahead.

Many mighty ice blocks obstructed the Ranger’s path, and as she could not turn around and retrace her course, Frank resolved to try a desperate plan.

Accordingly he spun the wheel around and the boat dashed like lightning to the edge of the precipice.

Death seemed certain if they went off the cliff, but it was too late to do anything else now, as he could not stop her, nor had he room to swerve her aside.

A shout of intense horror escaped Frank’s companions, and as the boat leaped like a cannon-ball from that appalling height, every one instinctively grasped something to hold himself.

But when they observed that she went down very slowly, they realized that they were not doomed yet.

Indeed the gyroscopes had been revolving from the moment Frank first turned on the lever; but as it required a few seconds for the current to get them spinning fast enough to buoy the ship up, they had not sustained the Ranger immediately.

As soon as the ice boat gained its equilibrium in the air, however, she came to a pause and hung there.

The avalanche of snow poured over the cliff and fell with a dull roar down upon the ice below.

It was the boy who spoke, and he gazed around shudderingly, for he thought they were going to drop to the earth.

He was the same boy whom Frank had made an effort to defend in Boston, and he wore the same natty cap and military school uniform beneath a rough coat much too big for him.

Our friends warmed him up, fed him, put fur clothing on him, and finally told him all about what had happened in Boston, and their subsequent search for him.

“I had a hard time of it aboard the Red Eric when I revived from the drug. Bolt made me work with the crew. There I got nothing but kicks and cuffs, poor fare and hard work. At the time they were looking for the whale I was towing astern mixing paint in a quarter boat. Ben Bolt appeared at the taffrail and cut the painter. I was left adrift. No attention was paid to my cries. The current carried me to where you found the boat. Thinking I might find some one on shore, I went up on the cliffs. A pack of wolves attacked me. I had a pistol which I found aboard the Red Eric, but it did little good. If you hadn’t arrived just in time, the beasts would have killed me.”

“Yes. More—he said, as he did it, ‘I’ve been waiting for this chance to put you out of the way, I won’t let it slip!’ That showed me that he thirsted for my life.”

26 “Why, I’ll make a prisoner of him, carry him back to Boston, and put him in prison for his wickedness.”

“She certainly did not go northward,” said the inventor to his friends. “We would have seen her if she had. Therefore we must go to the southward to find her.”

“That’s the only open place in which she could find a safe refuge,” said Frank. “We return to the Norwegian fishing station.”

On the following morning the doctor was at the wheel, and Barney went on deck to examine the shore with a glass.

Warmly clothed as the Irishman was, he shivered, for the moisture over the Gulf Stream was very dense, and congealed into those fine, penetrating particles in greater profusion here than elsewhere.

His eyes were protected by goggles, and he had drawn on a pair of fur overshoes, which were strapped to his legs.

Pomp had assisted him to put those pattens on with a most suspicious kind of zeal, which Barney failed to observe.

The Irishman stood at the stern for a few minutes watching the shore with his glass; then he attempted to return to the interior.

It proved to be as futile as the first, and the expression of perplexity upon his face deepened into one of blank dismay.

“Howly jim-jams!” he ejaculated. “Me legs is that numb I’ve lost control av thim intoirely.”

He struggled frantically to move, but fell on his back, the soles of his fur shoes glued to the deck tenaciously.

“Wha’ yo? wan’, honey?” responded the coon, rushing out of the turret with a broad grin on his ebony face.

“Wha’ de matter?” chuckled Pomp, grinning harder than ever behind his face protector.

“Howld yer gob!” roared Barney, angrily. “Is it laughin’ yez are at a dead man? Be heavens, I’ll bate yez black an’ blue!”

“Glory to de lamb!” roared the coon. “Wha’ fo’ yo’ soak me dat way, yo’ ole scallawag—h’m?”

And so saying he rushed up at Barney, grabbed him by the nose with a vise-like grip, and gave that organ such a twist that Barney roared and clinched him.

For a few moments they struggled, but as Barney could not move his feet, the coon had the best of it.

He was just going to pull Barney’s hair when Frank came out on deck and shouted wrathfully at them.

Up jumped Pomp and inside he rushed to escape a scolding which Frank now poured out at the Irishman.

Frank saw that he could not move, and walking over to the Irishman, he knelt down and examined his shoes.

“Did you soak the soles of your fur boots in hot water before you came out in this freezing temperature?” he asked.

“Arrah, it wuz koind ther naygur wuz ter help me on wid ‘em,” said Barney. “Av coorse he didn’t do it, but if yez will onstharp thim fer me, I’ll folly that coon an’ bate ther flure wid his liver.”

“Up to his jokes again,” sighed Frank, as he released the Irishman. “But let it pass, Barney, for there’s the strait 27 now, and we’ll have to spend our time looking for the whaler instead of playing practical jokes.”

“Begorra, ye’ve saved ther loife av ther coon,” said Barney, as he left his fur soles stuck fast to the deck and hastened inside after Frank out of the cold.

She sped along inland over the strait, and in a couple of hours reached the Norwegian fishing station.

The whalers who had made their quarters at the settlement saw the air ship almost as soon as our friends saw their vessels, for the searchlight of the Ranger was brightly blazing.

All hands surrounded the flying machine as soon as she landed, and one of the captains pressed forward and cried:

“We’ve captured the whole crew of the Red Eric for you, and searched their craft, but hang me if we can find the boy aboard!”

Frank called the boy out, and while standing at the side of the Ranger, Walter told the whalers his pitiful story.

It incensed them against Captain Bolt, and by the time the boy had finished his recital, many a threat was muttered against the rascally captain.

“Such is my intention. I owe the rascal a debt of vengeance for once having shot me, and on another occasion inciting his men to try to murder me.”

When they returned, they not only had the captain with them, but he was shackled hand and foot.

He cast a baleful glance at Walter Grey when he saw him with Frank’s party, and snarled, in ugly tones:

“For shanghaiing this boy and attempting to kill him,” said the inventor, “you can be sentenced to a long term in prison.”

This announcement started the captain swearing furiously, and to put an end to it Frank had him confined aboard the Ranger, where he was no longer heard.

A severe lecture was given to his crew, and they were told to clear out of the strait with the Red Eric.

The mechanism of the flying machine was accordingly well overhauled, and when everything was in readiness for departure, our friends took leave of the whalers.

Going aboard the Ranger, her gyroscopes were put in motion, and she soared up into the frozen sky.

A favoring breeze was encountered, the canvas was shaken out, and under the additional speed thus imparted, she quickly left cold Nova Zembla out of sight.

She remained in a frozen sky until she reached the North Atlantic, and finally got back in a latitude where the days and nights were what they were accustomed to.

Every one was pleased over the success of their trip, for, in spite of the hardships they endured, they had saved Walter Grey, secured the skeleton of the mammoth, and captured Ben Bolt.

There was an ugly prospect ahead of Dr. Vaneyke, though, for he knew that upon his return to Readestown he would have to answer for the murder of which he was accused.

Being entirely innocent, though, he did not shrink from it, for he felt sure of being able to vindicate himself of the crime which had driven them adrift in the frozen sky.

She finally reached the suburbs of Boston and landed in private ground in the dead of night, so that no one but the owner knew of her being there, and he had no objections.

The bones of the mammoth were here unshipped, and having been packed in a number of cases were sent to Washington.

This done, Captain Ben Bolt was placed in the hands of the police, who already knew how he shanghaied Walter Grey.

When the additional charges were lodged against him, 28 he was finally sentenced to a long term of imprisonment, and went to join the rascally lawyer, Alfred Milburn.

When they got over their first transports of joy they turned to speak to Frank, and thank the generous young inventor for what he had done for them.

Returning to the Ranger, the inventor boarded her with his friends, and headed her for the west.

She made rapid headway toward the pretty little city, Barney playing his fiddle and Pomp thumping his banjo.

When they reached Readestown the wind was blowing a gale, and as they attempted to land in Frank’s grounds, the storm caught the flying ice ship and drove it toward a church steeple.

Frank made a desperate effort to steer it away, but failed to succeed, for it struck the steeple with a terrific shock.

The flying ice boat would have gone up, up, up, high in the sky until it had been repaired had not the inventor caused the grapnel to be thrown over.

Every moment the gale was slamming the boat against the spire, threatening to demolish the Ranger.

If that happened she was apt to fall to the ground and kill her crew, and Frank realized it.

“Not till the gyroscope lever is repaired. It would occupy an hour or two to do that. In the meantime we may get killed.”

They thought they could get the air ship when the storm blew over, so Barney and Pomp tied their fiddle and banjo to their backs and all hands hastened out on deck.

Grasping the grapnel rope they slid down one after another to the steeple and safely reached a platform there.

Scarcely was this done when the wind caused the Ranger to give a sudden plunge, and the grapnel tore itself free.

The next moment the flying air ship shot up in the air and disappeared in the dark storm cloud.

A week afterward, when her batteries gave out, she fell into the ocean thousands of miles away and was swallowed up.

Our friends were sorry enough to lose her, but glad to save their lives, and finally descended the interior stairs of the spire and reached the ground in safety.

They returned to Frank’s house, where they were warmly greeted by the inventor’s family.

On the following day Frank went with Vaneyke to the police station, so the doctor could surrender himself.

Here, to their joy, they found that the real murderer had been exposed, and was then in prison awaiting trial.

He was the man who had accused the doctor of the crime, two men going to the scene of the crime had witnessed his villainy.

That cleared Dr. Vaneyke, and the detective who had made such a desperate effort to capture him was very profuse in his apologies for what he had done to annoy him.

The professor then left Readestown and went to Washington to attend to the articulation of the mammoth’s skeleton.

As for Frank and Barney and Pomp, they were very much chagrined over the loss of the Ranger, but finally forgot all about her when the inventor announced his intention to build a new contrivance with which they might make a journey.

We have another tale ready for our readers about the new marvel, which will appear next week in the Frank Reade series, and as we will meet with the three friends again, let us pause here.

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No. 25.	NEW YORK, APRIL 17, 1903.	Price 5 Cents.

CHAPTER	I.	STEALING A BOY.
CHAPTER	II.	THE VILLAIN CAUGHT.
CHAPTER	III.	BAFFLED.
CHAPTER	IV.	NOVA ZEMBLA.
CHAPTER	V.	BARNEY AND THE BEAR.
CHAPTER	VI.	THE FISHING STATION.
CHAPTER	VII.	INTO DANGEROUS GROUND.
CHAPTER	VIII.	THE MAMMOTH.
CHAPTER	IX.	CAUGHT IN A TRAP.
CHAPTER	X.	PLUNGED IN A LAKE.
CHAPTER	XI.	BEARDING THE LION IN HIS DEN.
CHAPTER	XII.	THE BOY AND THE WOLVES.
CHAPTER	XIII.	OFF THE CLIFF.
CHAPTER	XIV.	CONCLUSION.

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Frank Reade, Jr., and His Electric Ice Ship;
OR,
DRIVEN ADRIFT IN THE FROZEN SKY.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I.
STEALING A BOY.

CHAPTER II.
THE VILLAIN CAUGHT.

CHAPTER III.
BAFFLED.

CHAPTER IV.
NOVA ZEMBLA.

CHAPTER V.
BARNEY AND THE BEAR.

CHAPTER VI.
THE FISHING STATION.

CHAPTER VII.
INTO DANGEROUS GROUND.

CHAPTER VIII.
THE MAMMOTH.

CHAPTER IX.
CAUGHT IN A TRAP.

CHAPTER X.
PLUNGED IN A LAKE.

CHAPTER XI.
BEARDING THE LION IN HIS DEN.

CHAPTER XII.
THE BOY AND THE WOLVES.

CHAPTER XIII.
OFF THE CLIFF.

CHAPTER XIV.
CONCLUSION.

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER I. STEALING A BOY.

CHAPTER II. THE VILLAIN CAUGHT.

CHAPTER III. BAFFLED.

CHAPTER IV. NOVA ZEMBLA.

CHAPTER V. BARNEY AND THE BEAR.

CHAPTER VI. THE FISHING STATION.

CHAPTER VII. INTO DANGEROUS GROUND.

CHAPTER VIII. THE MAMMOTH.

CHAPTER IX. CAUGHT IN A TRAP.

CHAPTER X. PLUNGED IN A LAKE.

CHAPTER XI. BEARDING THE LION IN HIS DEN.

CHAPTER XII. THE BOY AND THE WOLVES.

CHAPTER XIII. OFF THE CLIFF.

CHAPTER XIV. CONCLUSION.