[CHAPTER XVI—A TRICK, AND WHAT FOLLOWED]
“Day after tomorrow we shall set off on our trip to the frozen north.”
It was Barwell Dawson who made the announcement to the boys and Professor Jeffer, after a long consultation with Captain Williamson.
“Good!” shouted Andy, swinging his cap in the air.
“Suits me,” added Chet. “I’ve been on pins and needles to go for a month and more.”
“You mustn’t be impatient,” replied Mr. Dawson, with a smile. “Even as it is, we’ll be getting away nearly a month before I originally planned to go. But I am ready, and so is Captain Williamson, so there is no use in delaying.”
“What about Mr. Wilson?” asked Andy, referring to a man who had signed for the trip.
“He is sick, and cannot go. But Dr. Slade will be on hand, and likewise Mr. Camdal. They sent me a telegram last night.”
“I suppose all the crew are here?” questioned Professor Jeffer.
“To a man—and all as anxious as we are to start.”