"So," continued Hatteras, in a deep voice, "the Porpoise lies in longitude 120° 15', and 83° 35' latitude?"
"Yes!" said the American, as he fell fainting into the doctor's arms. This exertion had exhausted him.
| "'Yes!' said the American." |
"My friends," cried Hatteras, "you see that safety lies to the north, always to the north! We shall be saved!"
But after these first words of joy, Hatteras seemed suddenly struck by a terrible thought. His expression changed, and he felt himself stung by the serpent of jealousy.
Some one else, an American, had got three degrees nearer the Pole! And for what purpose?