We must be out of this trap as soon as possible," cried the captain.
It took some time to get full sail on the _Dart_.
Once done, however, she flew onward, with the wind on her quarter, at a tremendous speed.
"Sixteen knots an hour! Bravo!" cried the captain.

"Can't she move, Bob ?" "That she can, sir.

But I can't help dreading this still going through the ice.

There are few ships, except whalers, that have penetrated as far as we, I should think." "Right, sir.

But desperate circumstances require desperate means.