“What of that?”
“That would take us to Petroff Sound just a week before we scheduled.”
“Well?”
“On our schedule time we’d probably have to lay offshore a week before the ice breaks up so we could go in. Then what would be the sense of getting there a week ahead of schedule? I saw the log this morning, too, just after Brack’d written it. He had the night’s run down at nine knots an hour; we were going better’n twelve. Put your noodle to working, Mr. Brains. What’s the answer?”
“Apparently Captain Brack wishes to reach Petroff Sound ahead of our schedule.”
“Without letting the boss know we were going to do it. Yep. Go on.”
“It is impossible for me to guess at what his object may be.”
“Same here, Brains. Brack isn’t doing it just for the fast ride though, that’s a cinch. Go on.”
“Chanler’s orders to slow down may be ascribed to one of his whims——”
“Huh!” interrupted Freddy. “I wish you were right there.”