“In other words you’re a land lubber,” laughed Dick.
“I guess I am,” admitted Sandy, strapping on his snowshoes.
A little later the little company pulled out of camp, and set off at a good pace, Corporal McCarthy in the lead. After following the seashore a little way they cut inland at an angle, and after about an hour’s sledging struck the trail made by a dog team and three men.
At this point they made a halt while Corporal McCarthy went ahead to look over the land before they advanced. The reason for this move was quickly evident, for towering over them, at a distance of less than half a mile, was a mass of ice that marked the beginning of a glacier, probably miles and miles in extent.
Dick and Sandy were awed by the very immensity of the towering ice. The fact that they might find it necessary to brave those treacherous heights on the trail of the “white Eskimo” tested their courage to the utmost. But the boys were not the sort that back down when danger is close at hand. Truth to tell, they loved action and danger more than was good for their own safety.
“There comes the Corporal,” Dick called out presently, his sharp eyes having caught sight of a fur parka behind an ice hummock.
Presently the policeman came fully into view and waved for them to come on.
“The trail leads over the glacier,” called the Corporal when they were within hearing distance.
Dick and Sandy hurried forward after the dogs, their hearts hammering at the promise of the excitement ahead.