"They never thought of it even. Johnson's Greenland dogs came in sight several times, but they did not take the trouble to go after them. No, they imagined themselves sure of a more savoury supper!"
"Thanks for the compliment!" said Altamont, laughing.
"Oh, there is nothing to be proud of. When I saw what the bears were up to, I determined to get back to you by some means or other. I waited till night, but as soon as it got dark I glided noiselessly along towards the powder-magazine. I had my reasons for choosing that point from which to work my way hither, and I speedily commenced operations with my snow-knife. A famous tool it is. For three mortal hours I have been hacking and heaving away, but here I am at last tired enough and starving, but still safe here."
"To share our fate!" said Altamont.
"No, to save you all; but, for any sake, give me a biscuit and a bit of meat, for I feel sinking for want of food."
A substantial meal was soon before him, but the vivacious little man could talk all the while he was eating, and was quite ready to answer any questions.
"Did you say to save us?" asked Bell.
"Most assuredly!" was the reply.
"Well, certainly, if you found your way in, we can find our way out by the same road."
"A likely story, and leave the field clear for the whole pack to come in and find out our stores. Pretty havoc they would make!"