A wild, joyful cry rang from the castaway’s lips.
“God be praised!” he cried. “I had never hoped for such joy as this. But where is your ship?”
“Over yonder island.”
“What is your mission here?”
“To reach the North Pole.”
Roger Harmon shook his head.
“Abandon it!” he said; “no good will come of it. I have dwelt here with the Esquimaux for many years and have not even been able to find my way home. If any human beings could reach the Pole, they could. But they never have!”
“Ah, but I am better fitted to perform that feat,” said Frank, confidently.
“Then you mean to persevere?”
“Yes.”