The windlasses groaned and twisted, and then, of a sudden, one broke from its fastenings and hit the side of the ship, letting the steel cable slip down into the water. This allowed the bow to rise and the stern to go down. "The ice pack is moving!" yelled one man. "It's coming in for all it is worth! The _Ice King_ is doomed!" CHAPTER XXII THROUGH THE LONG NIGHT The crashing and cracking sounds which rent the air seemed to justify the man's cry. It was true the ice pack was being driven in sharply by the wind, which had greatly increased during the past hour. It pressed on the side of the ship with telling force, and all those outside heard several timbers give way inside and collapse. But just at the crucial moment the work the men had been doing proved its worth. The ice began to crack and split a little deeper down, and suddenly the _Ice King_ gave a start upward. "I think she is coming up!" cried Dr. Slade, and even as he spoke the steamer rose up higher as part of the ice pack got under the hull. Then came a swishing sound, some water spurted up into the air, and the vessel came up still higher, while the ice appeared to close in solidly under the keel. "Saved!" roared Captain Williamson, and his face showed his relief. "Are you sure?" asked Andy, anxiously. "Yes, my lad. The _Ice King_ is now riding on top of the ice instead of between it. Any additional move of the ice pack will simply force us upward." "She may tip over on her side!" cried Chet. "We can easily guard against that, Chet. Yes, we are saved, and I am mighty glad of it." "And so am I," added Barwell Dawson. The grinding of the ice pack continued for several days, and the vessel was squeezed several inches higher. But the pressure on the side was gone completely, and the ship's carpenter was set to work to repair the damage done. One of the timbers running across the boys' stateroom had been snapped in twain, and the lads viewed the wreckage in deep concern. "If we had been sleeping in here when that happened, we might have been killed," said Chet, and his chum agreed with him. During the following three weeks it snowed a great deal. It was, however, clear on Christmas Day, and the boys went out for a walk in the vicinity of the vessel. All hands were treated to a dinner of wild duck and plum pudding, and something of a church service was held by the captain, assisted by Dr. Slade, who had a good tenor voice, and had once sung in a church choir. "Makes a fellow feel just a little bit less like a heathen," remarked Chet, after the church service had come to an end. "Indeed, that is true," answered Andy. At Pine Run he had attended the village chapel whenever he had the chance to do so.