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Goldfrap, John Henry, 1879-1917

"or Facing Death in the Antarctic"


It's simple, isn't it?"
The professor, when he and Billy awakened in the morning, fully shared
the boys' apprehensions over the nocturnal visitor.
"If they think we have discovered the ship they won't rest till they
have wrested it from us," he said soberly.
"I'm afraid that we are indeed in for serious trouble," said Frank, in
a worried tone. "You see, Captain Hazzard and his men can't get here,
even with the motor-sledge, for two days."
"Well, don't you think we had better abandon the ship and fly back to
the camp?" suggested Billy.
"And leave that ship for them to rifle at their leisure--no," rejoined
Frank, with lips compressed in determination, "we won't do that. We'll
just go ahead and do the best we can--that's all."
"That's the way to talk," approved the professor, "now as soon as you
boys have had breakfast we'll start for the ship, for, from what you
have related, there is clearly no time to be lost."
The thought that their mysterious enemies might return at any time
caused the boys to despatch the meal consisting of hot chocolate,
canned fruit, pemmican, and salt beef, with even more haste than
usual.


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