“I don’t know about dat!” said Pomp, dubiously. “Dar am a heap ob dem critters in dese regions!”
“Well,” cried Frank, cheerily, “let us remove their pelts and keep them as trophies of our prowess, anyhow.”
CHAPTER XI.
AT THE NORTH POLE.
This was quickly done.
Pomp was an adept at the business, and soon the six pelts were stored away on board the airship.
Then it was decided to ascend and continue the journey to the Pole.
“We ought to locate that very-much-sought spot in two days more,” declared Frank; “then we are homeward bound.”
Somehow the sound of the words “homeward bound” had begun to have a powerful charm for the explorers.
The time they had been absent and the thrilling experiences which had been theirs were certainly sufficient to satisfy the most fastidious seeker of wild adventure.
“Surely it will seem good to see home once more,” declared Gaston, warmly. “And think of the honor which awaits us!”