CHAPTER XXII
THE FROZEN NORTH
Suddenly finding themselves tired of exploring their novel quarters and realizing that they were exhausted, the boys gathered skins together and laid them upon the floor of the snow hut, reserving one apiece for covering.
Then they lay down on what seemed to them the most comfortable beds they had ever known.
It was not till they were delightfully snug and comfortable that Billy had the disquieting idea that somebody really ought to get up and put out the lights. These consisted of three oil lamps that threw a mellow and not unpleasant light about the room.
Billy’s suggestion was received with a storm of uncomplimentary remarks.
“But we can’t leave ’em burning all night,” persisted Billy, when the riot had somewhat subsided.
“Do it yourself then,” said Fred drowsily; he was already more than half asleep.
“And for the love of Pete, stop making so much noise,” added Mouser pathetically. “I’ve got to sleep.”
“Suppose you do it, Sleepyhead,” retorted Billy, turning so that the light from the lamp nearest him would not shine in his eyes. “You’re nearest them—”