The water in an instant formed a coat of mail upon his body.

He rose, but his legs refused to respond, and again he fell, and when Skipper Ed, who came running 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.