“Yes, I do.”
The airship sped on for hours. As Frank had predicted, just two days were occupied in reaching the Pole.
In the meantime Spencer had come to himself and was overwhelmed with amazement at his position.
“An airship!” he exclaimed. “The impossible has come to pass! I really cannot realize that I am going home!”
Then great joy became his. Truly it was not to be wondered at, for he might regard it as being almost equivalent to being brought back from death to life.
When the exact locality of the Pole was reached all were disappointed.
It was a cold, blustering spot; a sort of elevation among hills of rugged rock, now, however, heavily coated with ice and snow.
“Now for home!” cried Frank. “Our journey is near its end!”
The mention of home had a magic sound. But thrilling events were yet in store.
The course taken by Frank was a straight line for the Arctic Islands and Hudson’s Bay.