Her eyes were blinded with tears, for she knew how unhappy her mother was.

As she watched the boat gliding forward amid the floating blocks of ice, she was occasionally alarmed at the Deeming narrow escapes it made.
The current was very swift, for the tide was running out, and tons of ice were all about the boat; but a skilful hand was at the helm, and the little boat darted hither and thither, from point to point, safely through the waters.

Once she was quite sure it would be crushed between two small icebergs; but it glided swiftly out of danger.
The nearer they approached the shore, the denser became the ice pack, and the danger accordingly increased.

At almost every moment, Rebecca uttered an exclamation of fear lest the boat should be crushed.
Just as she thought all danger was over, and when they were within a short distance of shore, a heavy cake of ice, which had been sucked under by the current, suddenly burst upward with such fury as to crush the boat.

The shrieks of the unfortunate occupants filled the air for a single second, then all sank below the cold waves.
Two heads rose to the surface a second later, and those on the ship as well as those on shore recognized them as Sir Albert St.Croix and Mrs.
Price.