ders; we can't wait for the wanderers."

As he spoke, three of the wanderers came into camp, namely Leo, Benjy,
and Butterface.

"What's come of Alf?" asked the Captain.

Neither Leo nor Benjy had seen him since they parted, a quarter of an
hour after starting, and both had expected to find him in camp, but
Butterface had seen him.

"Sawd him runnin'," said the sable steward, "runnin' like a mad kangaroo
arter a smallish brute like a mouse. Nebber sawd nuffin' like Massa Alf
for runnin'."

"Well, we can't wait for him," said the Captain, "I want to take
possession of the island before supper. What shall we call it?"

"Disappointment Isle," said Leo, "seeing that the Eskimos have failed
us."

"No--I won't be ungrateful," returned the Captain, "considering the
successes already achieved."

"Call it Content Isle, then," suggested Benjy.

"But I am not content with partial success. Come, Butterface, haven't
you got a suggestion to make."

The negro shook his woolly head. "No," he said, "I's 'orrible stoopid.
Nebber could get nuffin' to come out o' my brain--sep w'en it's knocked
out by accident. You's hard to please, massa. S'pose you mix de two,--
dis'pintment an' content,--an' call 'im Half-an'-half Island."

"Home is in sight now," said Chingatok, who had taken no interest in the
above discussion, as it was carried on in English. "A few days more and
we should be there if we only had our kayaks."

"There's the name," exclaimed the Captain eagerly when this was
translated, "`Home-in-sight,' that will do."

Rising quickly, he bent a Union Jack to the halyards of his primitive
flag-staff, ran it up, and in the name of Queen Victoria took possession
of _Home-in-sight Island_. After having given three hearty British
cheers, in which the Eskimos tried to join, with but partial success,
they buried the ginger-beer bottle under a heap of stones, a wooden
cross was fixed on the top of the cairn, and then the party sat down to
supper, while the Captain made a careful note of the latitude and
longitude, which he had previously ascertained. This latest addition to
Her Majesty's dominions was put down by him in latitude 85 degrees 32
minutes, or about 288 geographical miles from the North Pole.

CHAPTER TEN.

A SKETCHER IN IMMINENT DANGER. DIFFICULTIES INCREASE, AND ARE OVERCOME
AS USUAL.

The first night on Home-in-sight Island was not so undisturbed as might
have been expected. The noisy gulls di