Sure! But I've got to be chasin' back.

Lower ground down our way.

Fifteen inches on the cabin floor, and McPherson and Corliss hustlin' perishables into the bunks." "Tell McPherson to be ready for a call," Jacob Welse shouted after him.
And then to Frona, "Now's the time for St.Vincent to cross the back-channel." The baron, shivering barefooted, pulled out his watch.

"Ten minutes to three," he chattered.
"Hadn't you better go back and get your moccasins ?" Frona asked.
"There will be time." "And miss the magnificence?
Hark!" From nowhere in particular a brisk crackling arose, then died away.
The ice was in motion.

Slowly, very slowly, it proceeded down stream.
There was no commotion, no ear-splitting thunder, no splendid display of force; simply a silent flood of white, an orderly procession of tight-packed ice--packed so closely that not a drop of water was in evidence.