The lonely procession on the ice, the strange lunar phenomena in the sky and the silence of the scene impressed them all with its solemnity.
From the sailors they learned that several ships were intending to sail soon from the next station, and they traveled all that night, reaching the whaling depot at daylight.
Will Bertram could scarcely contain himself when the sled stopped.
A casual inquiry had revealed the fact that the crew of the Albatross were at the main building in the settlement, and Will rushed thither.
A room crowded with bunks showed a dozen or more men just arising from sleep.
Will’s heart in his mouth, he cried out, eagerly:
“Captain Bertram!”
“Here!” replied a hearty voice.