Mazard leaped into the crack.
"Jump, and I'll catch you if you miss," said he.
Raed jumped, and got on all right; but Kit slipped.

The captain caught him by the arm, and pulled him up, with no greater damage than a couple of wet trousers-legs.

Wade and I followed dry-shod.
"Shove off a few yards, Weymouth, and be ready in case we slip down," directed the captain.
But we had no difficulty in climbing up.
The top of the berg was irregular and rough, with pinnacles and "knolls," between which were many deep puddles of water,--fresh water: we drank from one.

For some time we saw nothing which tended to explain the explosions; though the dull, roaring noise still continued, seeming directly under our feet: but on crossing over to the south-west side, beneath which the schooner lay, Wade discovered a large, jagged hole something like a well.

It was five or six feet across, and situated twenty or twenty-five yards from the side of the berg.