"Your voice sounds familiar, Mister, but I can't say as I ever seen you before.

I took ye fust off fer a b'ar, and then fer a Huskie.

When I seen you was white, I 'lowed ye might be one of the 'Marmaid's' crew, seeing as she was heading fer the pack 'bout the time we struck it.

Now, though, as I say, I'm jiggered ef I know exectly who ye be." "Why, Mr.Gidge, I'm Cabot Grant, who----" "Of course.

To be sartin! Now I know ye!" interrupted the other.
"But where's White?
What hev ye done with Whiteway Baldwin ?" "He's back there on the ice helpless with a crippled leg, freezing and starving to death; but if you'll come at once I'll show you the way, and we may still be in time to save him." With instant comprehension of the necessity for prompt action, Mr.
Gidge, who, as Cabot afterwards learned, was first mate of the sealer "Labrador," turned and shouted in stentorian tones to the men who were working below: "Knock off, all hands, and follow me.