Yes, there they were. On the top of the berg she could dimly see two figures and a white object waving back and forth. The sea was getting rough and the Ark rolled about in a most uncomfortable manner. The Weathercock clung tightly to his post, however, and flapped his wings now and then. "Look out!" he cautioned as the Ark neared the berg. "Be careful or you'll stave a hole in the Ark!" "Hurry up!" shouted the polar bears. "We're nearly starved. We want our breakfast." "Want your breakfast!" muttered Capt. Noah under his breath. "You'll be wanting something more than breakfast if we don't find a way to get you aboard!" "Let them swim!" suggested Ham. "Run up close and let them jump!" advised Shem. "Let them fly!" chuckled Japheth, unsympathetically, who was somewhat tired of feeding the animals and felt that two less would not be such an awful thing after all. "Nothing of the sort," cried Capt. Noah. "I am responsible for the safety of every passenger. I will take no such chances." "What are we going to do, then?" asked Mr. Jonah, looking over the side of the Ark to make sure that it was not getting too close to the dangerous berg, which jutted out in ragged points beneath the water. "Launch the life-boat!" commanded Capt. Noah. "Who will volunteer?" "I will!" cried Ham, and in less time than I can take to tell it, Ham and his trained monkeys lowered the boat and jumped in. "Shove off!" commanded Cockswain Ham, and with a strong pull and a loud "Yo-ho!" the little boat shot away. Ham held firmly to the tiller and kept the bow pointed toward the big rollers, while the monkeys handled the oars. "Pull for the shore, sailor, pull for the shore," sang the Weathercock. The bears, who had slid down the iceberg close to the water's edge, stood anxiously waiting. "Careful, now!" cried Ham. "Pull on your starboard oar!" The boat grazed the iceberg. "Jump!" shouted Ham. "Quick!" And then one of the bears gave a spring and landed in the boat. His mate, however, slipped, and a big wave at that moment whirled the boat away from the ice, and with a big splash he landed in the water. "Throw him a life-preserver!" shouted Capt. Noah. "Throw him a life line!" yelled Shem. "Throw him the anchor!" growled Japheth, who never had liked the Polar Bears, I guess. But Cockswain Ham was not the least bit rattled. He steered the boat toward the frightened bear and told him to catch hold. "Now pull for all you're worth!" shouted Ham to the monkeys, "and we'll tow Brother Bear." But, oh, dear me! The great waves kept washing over the little boat, and the two monkeys had a hard time rowing with that great heavy bear dragging on the stern. "They'll be swamped!" screamed Mrs. Noah, as a tremendous great wave dashed over the little life-boat. "Bail, bail, you lubber!" shouted Ham. "We'll all be in Davy Jones's locker if you don't!"