unning back when he had dragged Jimmy into the _igloo_, reached him he
found Bobby on his hands and knees and nearly helpless.

"Come!" he shouted into Bobby's ear, at the same time passing his arm
around Bobby's body and lifting him to his feet. "Come, lad! Don't give
up!" he encouraged, half dragging the boy forward and pushing him into
the _igloo_.

"Undress, Bobby! Get into your sleeping bag!" he commanded.

"Jimmy--Jimmy--" said Bobby, in a voice which he hardly recognized as
his own.

"I'll take care of Jimmy," broke in Skipper Ed. "Get into your sleeping
bag! Quick!"

And Bobby in a dazed manner obeyed.

Fortunately the stone lamp was burning. Skipper Ed closed the door of
the _igloo_ with a block of snow, and working rapidly he stripped the
frozen clothing from Jimmy, wrapped him in a caribou skin, turned him
upon his face, and resorted to artificial respiration to restore him to
consciousness.

Jimmy responded quickly to the treatment, for he was suffering rather
from shock than from the amount of water that had entered his lungs, and
in a little while Skipper Ed was gratified to observe that he was
breathing naturally and making an effort to speak.

"Where's--Bobby?" he asked faintly.

"Bobby's safe," said Skipper Ed with a strange choking in his voice.
"Bobby pulled you out, Partner. My brave partner!"

Without delay Skipper Ed now tucked Jimmy into his sleeping bag, and
wrapping an additional caribou skin around each of the boys, set himself
at once to brewing some hot strong tea, which he forced them to drink,
and until they had drunk it and were thoroughly warmed he commanded them
to do no talking, though in spite of the injunction Bobby asked:

"Is Jimmy all right?"

"He's all right," reassured Skipper Ed, "as snug as can be, in his bag.
Now don't say another word until I give you permission. Go to sleep."

"Where's my _netsek_? Did you find it? And my mittens? I'll need 'em
again," persisted the practically disposed Bobby, who was already
thinking of the future.

"You young rascal! Go to sleep, I say, and don't let me hear another
word," insisted Skipper Ed. "I'll go find 'em. Keep quiet now and go to
sleep."

Skipper Ed found the _netsek_ and mittens, as he had promised he would.
The tide had driven the piece of ice upon which Bobby had left them back
again to the main ice. Then he fed the dogs, and when he returned to the
_igloo_ both lads were sleeping soundly.

He filled his pipe