“I am glad, too, Chet,” answered his chum. “I hope you meet him as soon as we get back.”
“So do I. But it’s a long sail, Andy!” And Chet heaved a sigh.
One day was spent in getting the things aboard the Ice King, and then the bow of the steamer was turned southward, and the long trip homeward was begun.
It was a slow and tedious journey, with many perils from icebergs and fogs, and during that time Captain Williamson had more trouble with Pep Loggermore. As a result, the sailor was put in irons. At Upernivik he was allowed to go ashore, and that was the last seen of him.
“If he has deserted, I am glad of it,” said the captain, and Andy and Chet said the same.
At Upernivik the Esquimaux were paid off, and Barwell Dawson rewarded Olalola as he had promised. The native shook hands warmly with the boys.
“Nice boys,” he said. “Olalola wish he had boys like you!”
“Take good care of yourself, Olalola,” said Andy.
“And if you ever visit the States, come and see us,” added Chet.
“No come to States,” said the Esquimau. “Too big sun, fry Olalola like fat!” And this quaint remark made the lads laugh.