"Well, what is it?" asked Mr. Dacre.
"Soup,—walrus soup," guessed Jack.
"If it is, I don't want any of it," declared Tom, sniffing the fishy odor.
"Don't worry, you won't get any," chortled Sandy.
"What are you going to do with it?" asked Jack.
"As I observed some time ago, we'll have a christening the noo," was the rejoinder.
"A christening!"
"Aye! That native said that old 'Frozen Face' needed a shampoo wi' seal oil, but I'm thinking that walrus oil will be just as good or better."
A shout broke from the boys.