Both did their full share of work and both proved themselves good sailors.
A strong friendship sprang up between Mrs.Cromwell and Viola Sumner, and the two became almost inseparable.
Bob found Captain Sumner a fine man to get along with, stern at times, but always fair and square.

He had, as he said, been a great rover, and often told interesting stories of his adventures.
As days went by and they got further north it became colder.

Then a storm was encountered which took them many miles out of their course.
So suddenly did it fall upon them that the sails were blown to ribbons.
Viola Sumner, who was on deck, got drenched and nearly drowned.

She was saved by Bob only at peril of his life, and carried down into the cabin nearly senseless.
And now we find the _Dart_ storm-beaten, but still water-tight, blown far out to sea.
Bob, who had just come on deck, cast his eye first aloft, like the true sailor he was becoming, and then around him.
Not more than half a mile distant towered an immense iceberg, its topmost pinnacles glowing in the bright morning sun.
Other bergs floated to the southward, while to both east and west could be seen long floes of rugged ice.
The yacht was trying to beat to the northward by making short tacks through the ice-floes, but, as Bob could see, she made but little way.
"Have we done any good since I went below ?" he asked Bok, a sailor who was steering.
"No, faith, yer honor.

The current sets so fast to the south that sorra a bit more north do we make in an hour than I could throw a cat by her tail.