“I think so, Andy. I presume you’ll be glad to get back,” and Mr. Dawson smiled faintly.
“Yes and no,” replied the youth. “I won’t know what to do after I return. I don’t want to live with Uncle Si.”
“You ought to go on another hunt for those missing papers.”
“I’ll do that, of course.”
“And even if you can’t find them, I’ll look into the matter, and see if I can’t learn what rights your father had in that timber tract. I’ll not have much to do myself for a while. I’ll not want to go on another exploring expedition in a hurry.”
So far, aside from Dr. Slade’s attack, there had been but little sickness in the party, but on the next day Barwell Dawson was taken down, and all had to go into camp for three days until he felt better. During that time, Andy and Chet went out hunting, and brought down another polar bear, of which they were justly proud.
“It’s a great place to hunt,” said Andy. “But I don’t think I care to come up here again.”
“Nor I,” added Chet. Then he heaved a long sigh. “I wish——” He stopped short.
“What, Chet? Were you thinking of your father?” And Andy’s voice softened.
“Yes, I was. I thought sure, when I came up here, that I’d get some trace of him.”