CHAPTER IX

THE FROZEN NORTH REACHED

"He'll be killed!" shouted Jack.

"He's a goner!" yelled Washington, looking up from the engine room

window.

The old professor groaned and shut his eyes. He did not want to see the

boy fall.

Bill and Tom, with old Andy Sudds, had been watching Mark at his

perilous task, standing directly beneath him. Andy was the closer. He

leaned quickly backward when he saw what had happened.

Mark's body, turning over in its descent, was at the ship's side. Out

shot the hands of the old hunter. His fingers were curved like the

talons of an eagle. The long arms seemed to reach a great distance, and

then, just as it seemed that Mark would plunge downward to his death,

Andy grasped and held him.

"There!" exclaimed the hunter. "That was a close call, my boy!"

Mark did not answer. The fearful danger he had been saved from had so

frightened him that he became partially unconscious.

"Is he dead?" faltered Jack.

"He has only fainted," answered Amos Henderson. "I'll soon bring him

around."

The inventor hurried into the cabin and came out with some liquid in a

glass. This he placed to Mark's lips and soon the color came back into

the pale cheeks.

"What happened? Where am I?" asked the boy, sitting up and looking

around.

"You're all right," answered Andy. "It was a close call though. I reckon

you won't want to mend any more airships right away."

"I remember now," went on Mark, who had been dazed by the suddenness of

it all. "I fell, didn't I?"

"Yes, and Andy caught you," put in Jack. "He was just in time."

Mark said nothing, but the fervor with which he shook the old hunter by

the hand showed how deep his feeling was.

In a little while the fright and excitement caused by the accident had

passed over. The ship now rode evenly and neither rose nor fell, in

consequence of the gas supply in the bag remaining the same, there being

no leak. The patch Mark had put on fitted so closely that there was not

the least escape of gas now.

"Well, we might as well start ahead," said Amos Henderson, at length.

"We have had excitement enough in this neighborhood, and maybe we'll be

better off if we go forward."

Accordingly he went to the conning tower, set the propeller in motion,

and soon the _Monarch_ was moving northward at great speed. With his

eyes on the compass in front of him the captain held the ship on her

course.

They were about half a mile above the ground now, the captain having

allowed the _Monarch_ to settle. They could see that they were passing

over a populated part of the country.

"Come up here!" yelled Captain Henderson to the boys from the steering

tower. "I'll explain a few things to you."

Willingly enough the boys joined him. He was busy making a calculation

of figures on a piece of paper. The steering wheel was lashed and the

compass pointed to indicate that the ship was rushing due north.

"We're making satisfying progress," said the professor. "At this rate we

will not be long on the journey."

"How fast are we moving?" asked Jack.

"About fifty miles an hour," replied the inventor. "That is 1,200 miles

a day, counting that we run day and night at this speed. But we will

hardly do that, not that we could not, for there will be no dangers of

collisions up here. I think we have the air all to ourselves.

"But there will be contrary winds, and we may be blown off our course.

That is the only disadvantage an airship is under. It can't sail against

the wind like a ship on the water. Still, we have many advantages. Now I

figure that we can count on an average of at least twenty-five miles an

hour all day long and part of the night.

"We started from about the middle of New York state, and to the north

pole would be about 3,000 miles. We ought to make the distance in about

five days, or say a week, to be on the safe side. We will move as fast

as we can, from now on, though, especially during the daylight."

The professor turned some wheels and levers and the speed of the airship

increased a little. It was kept at about the same height.

The sun was beginning to descend in the west, for it was getting late in

the afternoon. Down below, on the earth, the landscape had changed from

that of cities and towns to a stretch of dense woods.

"Must be near supper time," observed Mark.

"Your fright didn't deprive you of your appetite, then?" asked Amos

Henderson.

"Not a bit," replied the boy.

In a few minutes Tom and Bill were preparing a meal of the condensed

foods, cooked on the electric stove. Everyone voted the victuals

excellent. Then, as night settled down, the bunks were made up and the

boys, together with the two farm hands, were glad to seek some rest, for

the day had been an exciting one. Washington and the professor agreed to

divide the night into two watches, as they were not familiar enough with

the workings of the ship to dare to leave it unguarded. The machinery

might need attention any moment.

The boys and their companions were soon asleep, and no thoughts of their

strange position, that of slumbering on an airship high in the

atmosphere, disturbed their dreams.

The last thing Jack wondered was whether the passing of the _Monarch_

would not be taken by people on the earth for the flight of some giant

comet, as it sailed aloft, all lighted up. But he was too tired to

pursue this speculation long.

Morning dawned without anything unusual having occurred. The ship had

been kept going at a slow speed all night, and no accidents happened.

Breakfast was served, and then each of the crew took up his duties.

The professor, having made a careful examination of the ship to see that

everything was in order, showed Jack and Mark how to steer the craft,

and how to start, stop, raise and lower it from the conning tower or the

engine room.

Then he let them practice a bit, and two more delighted boys there never

was, as they sent the craft ahead up or down, starting and stopping her

with a few turns of a wheel or lever.

"You may want to know how to run her some day in an emergency," said

Amos Henderson. "No telling what will happen."

"We hope nothing will," spoke Jack.

"There's no telling," prophesied the inventor.

For several days the ship moved ahead at moderate speed. The machinery,

excepting for some minor accidents, worked smoothly. The gas bag did not

leak, which was the accident most dreaded, and it was not necessary to

run the gas generator, which proved a saving of the valuable chemical

from which the lifting-vapor was produced.

Now and then, when in need of water, the craft was lowered to the earth

in a secluded spot near a stream or lake, and the tanks were filled for

drinking and washing purposes. But so far, from the time of the hasty

flight, no one on the earth had spoken to the voyagers. Nor, so far as

was known, had their presence been noted, though the black speck in the

sky might have furnished plenty of talk all over the country for those

who observed it. The weather was pleasant, but it was noticed that it

was constantly growing colder.

One morning Jack, who was the first up, stuck his head out of the cabin

door before he had finished dressing. He quickly popped back again.

"Whew!" he exclaimed. "Colder than Greenland!"

"What's that about Greenland?" asked the professor, who had just

awakened.

"It's awful cold outside," said Jack, shivering from the remembrance.

Without a word the professor, wrapping a dressing-gown about him,

hurried to the engine room, where several thermometers were kept. One

was outside, and could be read through a glass side.

"No wonder you felt cold," he said to Jack, when he returned. "It's ten

degrees below zero!"

The boys hurried to complete their dressing. The professor did likewise,

as he was anxious to take some observations.

"Get out the fur garments," he said. "We must take no more chances now.

It will become colder rapidly, and ordinary clothes will be of no

protection."

The boys and the professor donned heavy fur coats, with immense gloves

and caps that covered all of their faces but the eyes. Then they went

outside. Jack was the first to look over the side of the ship. As he did

so he uttered a cry of astonishment.

Down below, about three-quarters of a mile, was a great white, snowy

waste. Giant mountains of ice were heaped on every side. It was a cold,

frosty silent world that the _Monarch_ was flying over. They had reached

the frozen north! They were at the beginning of the entrance to the land

of the Pole!

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