But the interested faces of the boys showed that they had appreciated Mr. Dacre's little talk, and the figure of the old gentleman with the prominent teeth took on a new interest in their eyes.
"That Indian told me that if you poured oil on this totem when you were going fishing, your boat would go where you wanted to go and make no trouble for you," said Sandy.
"Well, he certainly gave you your five dollars' worth," smiled Mr. Dacre.
At five o'clock that night the Northerner's anchor rumbled home. She was off once more. In the extreme bow of the vessel, erect and boldly facing the north, was Sandy's totem. Its head glistened with oil. Although rather dubious as to whether it was the right brand, the boys had used kerosene for the baptism. But so far as the totem displayed his feelings, he had no preference in the matter!
[CHAPTER V.]
A MID-OCEAN HUNTING TRIP.
"Well," remarked Jack after breakfast the next day, "old 'Frozen Face' seems to be on the job all right."
"Yes, but, mon, we should have baptized him wi' seal oil! I've just remembered that that was what the native told me to use."