Jack and Hugo looked serious and concerned over the situation, and discussed it continually.
“We have left the coast,” the former said, “and cannot find it again. But we are progressing blindly, and possibly further and further away from any settlement.”
“We can’t help it, mate,” rejoined Hugo.
“Maybe not,” said Jack, “but there’s some kind of a great change in the weather coming.”
“Colder, you mean?”
“Probably.”
“Well, let us provide for it.”
“I think it best. Here’s my plan: You see the high ridge of land and ice yonder?”
“You mean about twenty miles to the north?”
“Nearer fifty.”