CHAPTER XXVII
LOST IN THE FIELDS OF ICE
"Where in the world are we, Jack?"
"Don't ask me, Dick! I reckon the wind must 'a' swept us up to the North Pole!"
"Tom, are you all right?"
"Well, I'm here," came back faintly from the suffering one. "What did we do, sail through the air?"
"We sailed through something, Tom—and I guess we went about a mile a minute, too. Where is Sam?"
"I don't know," answered the old miner. "It's so snowy I can't see a thing."
"Sam! Sam!" yelled Dick, with as much force as he could command.