Far out beyond the pressure ridges Bobby could see a dark line which marked the edge of the sea ice and the place where open water began.

That was the _sena_ for which they were bound.
"Don't you think we'd better build our _igloo_ here ?" Bobby suggested as the others came up.

"It's getting late and we can't do any hunting tonight, anyway, and perhaps there won't be any good drifts out there." "Yes, by all means," agreed Skipper Ed.

"We'll have plenty of time in the morning to go out, and if the hunting proves good, and we prefer to stay there, we can build an _igloo_ at our leisure.

If we get plenty of seals we will want to haul them in here to land to cache them, and then if the ice breaks up before we get them all hauled home, we can take them in the boat.