"Ah'll be dar, don' you nebbe fear fo' dat," chuckled the colored man.
"Huh-huh double pay and no brakfus' ter git. Dat's what I calls
LIVIN'—yas, sah."
As Frank, well pleased at having adjusted the business of the night watches so easily, was striding over the snow-powdered rocks toward the boys' hut, he heard a sudden disturbance behind the main hut and loud cries of:
"Help! help!"
The person who was uttering them seemed to be in great distress and was apparently in dire need of aid.
"It's the professor," shouted Frank, as the cries were repeated.
"Whatever can have happened to him now."
As he spoke, the professor came dashing toward the camp, his arms were outstretched as if in entreaty, and his long legs going up and down like piston rods, at such speed was he running.
"Whatever is that caught to his coat tails?" exclaimed Frank, as he saw that a large, heavy creature of some kind was clinging fast to the flying professor's garment.
CHAPTER XX.
A MYSTERIOUS LIGHT.
"Take him off,—take him off. If I were not running he'll bite me," shrieked the scientist as he sped along.