"Great luck, if we're going to take in water like this," said the cheerful Kentuckian, shipping his oar and knocking off the ice "great luck that all the stores are so well protected." "Protected!" snapped out an anxious, cast-iron-looking man at the rudder. "Yes, protected. How's water to get through the ice-coat that's over everything?" The cast-iron steersman set his jaw grimly.