She remained in a frozen sky until she reached the North Atlantic, and finally got back in a latitude where the days and nights were what they were accustomed to.
Every one was pleased over the success of their trip, for, in spite of the hardships they endured, they had saved Walter Grey, secured the skeleton of the mammoth, and captured Ben Bolt.
There was an ugly prospect ahead of Dr. Vaneyke, though, for he knew that upon his return to Readestown he would have to answer for the murder of which he was accused.
Being entirely innocent, though, he did not shrink from it, for he felt sure of being able to vindicate himself of the crime which had driven them adrift in the frozen sky.
The flying machine finally crossed the Atlantic.
She finally reached the suburbs of Boston and landed in private ground in the dead of night, so that no one but the owner knew of her being there, and he had no objections.
The bones of the mammoth were here unshipped, and having been packed in a number of cases were sent to Washington.
This done, Captain Ben Bolt was placed in the hands of the police, who already knew how he shanghaied Walter Grey.
When the additional charges were lodged against him, he was finally sentenced to a long term of imprisonment, and went to join the rascally lawyer, Alfred Milburn.
Having disposed of the captain, Frank next took Walter Grey home to his mother.
The meeting of the mother and son was very touching.
When they got over their first transports of joy they turned to speak to Frank, and thank the generous young inventor for what he had done for them.
Returning to the Ranger, the inventor boarded her with his friends, and headed her for the west.
She made rapid headway toward the pretty little city, Barney playing his fiddle and Pomp thumping his banjo.
When they reached Readestown the wind was blowing a gale, and as they attempted to land in Frank’s grounds, the storm caught the flying ice ship and drove it toward a church steeple.
Frank made a desperate effort to steer it away, but failed to succeed, for it struck the steeple with a terrific shock.
“Throw over the grapnel!” screamed Frank.
The flying ice boat would have gone up, up, up, high in the sky until it had been repaired had not the inventor caused the grapnel to be thrown over.