rely permitted him to enter
in that position, disappeared.

Several of the party at the same time paid similar visits to the other
huts, but they all returned with the same remark, "empty". The
interiors were begrimed with lamp-black and filth, and, from their
appearance, seemed to have been deserted only a short time before.

Buzzby, who formed one of the party, rubbed his nose for some time in
great perplexity, until he drew from Davie Summers the remark that his
proboscis was red enough by nature and didn't need rubbing. "It's odd,"
he remarked, "they seems to ha' bin here for some time, and yit they've
niver looked near the ship but once. Wot's become on 'em _I_ don't
know."

"Don't you?" said Davie in a tone of surprise; "now that _is_ odd. One
would have thought that a fellow who keeps his weather-eye so constantly
open should know everything."

"Don't chaff; boy, but lend a hand to undo the sled-lashings. I see
that Mr Saunders is agoin' to anchor here for the night."

The second mate, who had been taking a hasty glance at the various huts
of the village, selected two of the largest as a lodging for his men,
and, having divided them into two gangs, ordered them to turn in and
sleep as hard as possible.

"'Spose we may sup first," said Summers in a whining tone of mock
humility.

"In coorse you may," answered Tom Green, giving the lad a push that
upset him in the snow.

"Come here, Buzzby, I want to speak to 'ee," said Saunders, leading him
aside. "It seems to me that the Esquimaux canna be very far off, and I
observe their tracks are quite fresh in the snow leadin' to the
southward, so I mean to have a night march after them, but as the men
seem pretty weel tired I'll only take two o' the strongest. Who d'ye
think might go?"

"I'll go myself, sir."

"Very good, and who else, think 'ee? Amos Parr seems freshest."

"I think Tom Green's the man wot can do it. I seed him capsize Davie
Summers jist now in the snow, an' when a man can skylark, I always know
he's got lots o' wind in 'im."

"Very good. Then go, Buzzby, and order him to get ready, and look sharp
about it."

"Ay, ay, sir," cried Buzzby, as he turned to prepare Green for the
march.

In pursuance of this plan, an hour afterwards Saunders and his two
followers left the camp with their sleeping-bags and a day's provisions
on their shoulders, having instructed the men to follow with the sledge
at the end of five hours, which period