America, greater at that moment than
when her hand should loose the Thunder
Bird, because she was determined that
whatever might be said of her father's
invention, nobody should ever say that
his daughter's courage was a Quaker gun,
paddled through the window-gap of that
swamped Pullman, towing Una, she found
herself in such a vortex of zero water and
shattered ice that all the strength behind
her gasping breath turned suddenly dummy.

"S-stick tight, Una! Oh-h! stick
tight," was the one little whiff that speech
could get off before it froze--froze stiff
behind her chattering teeth, in the pinched
channel of her throat.

And then--then--she was clinging to
the jagged spur of an ice-cake, her left
hand convulsively clutching Una's flannels,
while the eddies in the half-liberated water
around them, spreading from a blue-cold
center to a white ring, made horrid eyes--goggle-eyes--which
stared at them.

To Pem--little visionary--plunged
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