“How long?” asked Andy.
“From October to February.”
“What, as long as that?” cried Chet. “Won’t there be any sun at all during that time?”
“No sunshine, but I think we can look for good moonlight, especially when the moon is full.”
“And how long is it going to take to get to the North Pole from Etah?” asked Andy. “That is, what do you calculate?”
“I haven’t any idea, excepting that I shall try to carry enough food to last for the entire summer. And I shall also do all the hunting possible, so long as there is any game in sight. I do not expect to find any in the vicinity of the Pole.”
“And what do you think is at the Pole?” questioned Chet.
“Ice and snow principally,” answered Barwell Dawson, smiling. “I do not look for anything out of the ordinary. It is only the honor of having been able to reach that point.”
“And a great honor it will be,” said Professor Jeffer, as he re-entered with another map.
“I suppose a whole lot of men have tried to reach the Pole,” said Chet.