in the blankets, half-frozen, and these constant jolts aggravate his sufferings. I pity him, Hatteras, but I can do nothing for him!"
"Poor Simpson!" murmured Bell.
"Perhaps we might rest a day or two," suggested the Doctor.
"Rest a day or two!" cried Hatteras, "when the lives of eighteen men hang on our return!"
"Still———" began the Doctor.
"Clawbonny, Bell, listen to me. We have only food enough for twenty days! Can we afford to waste an instant?"
Neither the Doctor nor Bell made any reply, and the sledge went on.
In the evening the little cavalcade stopped at the foot of an ice-hill, in which Bell soon cut out a cave to shelter them for the night.
The Doctor stayed up with Simpson, while the others slept, for the scurvy had made frightful ravages on the poor man's frame already, and he moaned piteously with pain.
"Ah! Mr. Clawbonny," he said.
"Come, cheer up, my lad!" replied the Doctor.
"I shall never go back! I feel it! I can go no farther; I would rather die."
The Doctor only replied by redoubling his attentions. Forgetting his own fatigue, he busied himself in preparing some soothing draught for his suffering patient, for lime-juice and friction were now powerless.
When morning came, the unfortunate man had to be replaced on the sledge, though he entreated to be left behind to die in peace. The weary march was resumed, amid increasing difficulties, for icy fogs pierced the travelers to the very marrow, and hail and snow lashed their faces with merciless severity.
Duk, like his master, seemed to feel nothing, and showed wonderful sagacity in finding out the best road.
On the morning of the 23rd, when it was nearly quite dark, as there was a new moon, Duk was suddenly missing. He had been out of sight for several hours, and Hatteras grew uneasy, for the tracks of bears were pretty numerous. He was just considering what was best to be done, when he caught the soud of loud, furious barking in the distance,
