“The Dean had by this time grown pretty strong again, but still he was so weak that I should not have allowed him to work had he not insisted upon it; so, when his turn came to go to sleep, I was glad to be at work by myself, and I much surprised the Dean, when he got up again, with what I had done.
“‘Do you know what I was thinking of?’ said the Dean, as we paused to rest, after we had again worked awhile together.
“‘What’s that?’ said I; ‘for I dare say it’s something clever, as you have a wise head on your young shoulders, Dean.’
“‘Thank you,’ said the Dean; ‘being cast away in the cold don’t stop us from paying compliments, anyway; but I was thinking that we ought to save all the blubber of that old narwhal down there; we’ll want the oil by and by.’
“‘What for?’ said I.
“‘To burn,’ said he.
“‘Nonsense!’ said I; ‘how are you going to burn it?’
“‘That’s just what we’re going to find out,’ said the Dean; ‘we’ll get a fire somehow, of that I’m sure.’
“‘I should like to know how,’ said I. ‘Perhaps you have another bright idea.’
“‘To be sure I have,’ answered the Dean.