“Look here, my man,” said the doctor; and his nephew got behind him.
“Yes, and look here,” said Scudds. “You want to diskiver the North Pole, don’t yer?”
“Well, you are very impertinent, my man,” said the doctor; “but, yes. I do.”
“Then you shall diskiver it along o’ the skipper, and young stowaway there.”
“And what will you do?” said the doctor.
“Oh,” said Scudds, “me, and Borstick, and my mates is agoin’ back. We’ve had enough of it, I tell yer.”
“But how are we to go on without you?” said the doctor.
“I’ll show yer,” said Scudds. “Now mates!”
To my intense horror, and in spite of my struggles, they seized us all three; and then, with a lot of laughing and cheering, they brought up some pieces of rope, and three good-sized blocks of ice.
“What are you going to do, scoundels?” I shrieked.