"He ought to be stopping for the night," said Dick.
"Such a feller might not sthop at all," answered the German. "He might go on und on bis der togs trop dead, yah!"
Finally Gus Schmidt came to a halt and announced that they must go into camp for the night. The dogs needed the rest. They could continue the chase at the first sign of dawn.
"Do you know where we are?" asked Dick.
"Out in der ice und snow, dot ist all I know," said the German. "I nefer vos here pefore."
"If we are not lost we are next door to it," murmured Dick.
They had brought along a little tent and sleeping bags, and after supper made themselves as comfortable as possible. The dogs had been fed and they snapped and snarled over the bones thrown to them.
Only once during the night were Dick and his companion disturbed. From a distance came a yelping which the dogs at once answered.
"What is that?" asked the youth, sitting up. "Not the dogs of the other sled?"
"Nein, dot vos foxes," answered Gus Schmidt. "Ton't podder mit dem. Da ton't come here—da vos afraid of ter dogs." And he turned over to go to sleep again.