Form a line and keep hailing distance apart, so's we'll find our way back after dark.

There's white men starving on the ice.

One of ye go to the ship and report.

Move lively! Now, lad, I'm ready." Two hours later Cabot and David Gidge, with, a long line of men streaming out behind them, reached the little hut.

There was no answer to the cheery shouts with which they approached it, and, as they crawled through its low entrance, they were filled with anxious misgivings.