“I wish we would,” said Billy. “Maybe he’d take us to see Mooloo. Look,” he added. “Isn’t that our old college chum Kapje coming toward us?”
Clearing their eyes of the snow that blinded them, they peered ahead and found that it was Kapje looking like a white grizzly bear in his snow-covered furs.
He was heading for the igloo the boys had just left, and when Bobby called out to him he halted in evident impatience.
“No can wait,” he called through the brittle air. “Fin’ big walrus. Walrus no wait Eskimo.” With which peculiar words he disappeared inside the igloo.
“Say, fellows,” cried Billy, his eyes as big as saucers, “I’ll bet he’s going to hunt walrus.”
“Well, if he is,” said Bobby joyfully, “you can just bet we’re going, too!”
CHAPTER XXIII
BALKED OF THEIR PREY
When Kapje returned he was accompanied by a number of other Eskimos who carried spears and a couple of queer looking boats which the boys afterward learned were made of animal skin.
These boats, staunch in the water and capable of holding two or three men apiece, were yet light enough to be carried easily on shore.