“Will they not return and look for us?”
“They may be swept hundreds of miles by the floating ice.”
Tom Dalton and Willis Moore looked concerned and despairing.
“What shall we do?” murmured the latter.
“First seek for Jack and Hugo, who, like ourselves, may not have reached the Arctic.”
The boys started along the edge of the open waterway.
Suddenly Willis uttered a quick cry of surprise and pointed at an object ahead of them.
“Look,” he said.
“What is it?” inquired Will, anxiously.
“The sled we used on the ice.”