"Northward, I guess, to Alaska. That's positively all we know," came from Jack.
"Awell, we're entitled to a guess, I ken," hazarded Sandy. "Suppose we are going pole hunting?"
"What!"
"Looking for the north pole," responded the other stoutly, while Tom and Jack exploded with laughter.
"Nonsense," said Tom. "Uncle Chisholm has too much sound common sense to go off on a wild goose chase like that."
"Anyhow, the pole has been found," quoth Jack in tones of finality.
"You can be sure of one thing at least," put in Tom; "whatever we are after, the whole expedition has been carefully thought out. That steamer on the upper deck, for instance."
"She's all in numbered sections to be put together when we get ready," said Jack. "Doesn't that suggest something to you?"
"How do you mean?" questioned Tom in his turn.