One of them, a tall and handsome fellow, who seemed to be the leader, came forward excitedly.
“My God!” he cried. “Is it possible that these are fellow countrymen of mine?”
“Roger Harmon!” cried Frank, excitedly. “Is not that your name?”
The Esquimaux leader, so much taller than his companions, gave a mighty start.
“That is my name!” he cried; “but how did you know it?”
“Why, bless you, your father asked me to look for you while upon my exploring trip hither,” replied Frank.
“My father?”
“Yes.”
“Then he is alive?”
“Oh, yes, and firm in the hope that you will be restored to him.”