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After she begins freezin' she'll keep freezin' and ice is like to make fast," Toby explained. "The ice'll hold us in one or two days after she fastens, whatever, and there'll be fine footin' then to Double Up Cove." "Then we're not likely to be here very long, and that's a comfort," said Charley, much relieved. "Not so long, I'm thinkin'," agreed Toby.
You lads bide here in comfort till the storm passes. 'Twill be a short un. I'm thinkin' 'twill clear in the night, and the wind'll shift nuth'ard before to-morrow marnin', and before to-morrow evenin' the ice'll be fast again on the bay."
"There's no doubtin' the ice'll be stout enough to hold us now, whatever, and she'll be makin' thicker all day." In a few minutes the fire was crackling and snapping cheerily, and the boys drew close to its genial warmth. A kettle of ice was put over to melt for water, and some slices of seal meat to fry in the pan.
"Theer," he said. "Looks like setting a trap to ketch a big bird. I'm the big bird, and I shall be warm enew faacing the fire. When it goes out I can tak' away the sticks and let the poont down and go to sleep. Come and see me again, lads, and bring me a moothful o' something. Mebbe the ice'll bear to-morrow."
"What'll we do?" asked Charley in a frightened voice. "Can't we get to land?" "We'll try un to the west'ard," suggested Toby. "The ice'll hold the shore longer there. 'Tis only half as far from here as we've come from the p'int this side of Deer Harbour. There's a narrow place in the bay where I'm thinkin' the ice may clog and hold."
"I'm thinkin' by hurryin' the dogs a bit we can make un. The ice'll not go abroad unless the wind blows a good bit stronger than 'tis blowin' now." "Hadn't we better go back and wait until we're sure?" asked Charley anxiously. "If we goes back and waits we'll not be gettin' home to-morrow," Toby objected. "We promises Mother we'd be home by to-morrow night whatever."
If they don't let go the ice, the ice'll scour them clean out of the bed of the Yukon. Sure! But I've got to be chasin' back. Lower ground down our way. Fifteen inches on the cabin floor, and McPherson and Corliss hustlin' perishables into the bunks." "Tell McPherson to be ready for a call," Jacob Welse shouted after him. And then to Frona, "Now's the time for St.
"Ye'll never throw a stane on better till ye draw by yir last gaird; 'twad dae fine for the New Jerusalem." "You don't think there'll be curling there, Thomas?" I said. "I dinna ken," he answered, "but I'm no' despairin'. They aye speak o't as a land where everlasting spring abides; but I hae ma doots. There'll be times when the ice'll hold, I'm thinkin'. Yon crystal river's no' for naethin'."
"If I don't go with the boat to-morrow," she said, "I'll walk across as soon as the ice'll bear." With that he turned upon her. "And if I was a worse man than I am I'd let ye. It would be a comfort to me to be rid of ye. Where would ye go, or what would ye do? Ye ought to be only too thankful to have a comfortable home where ye're kept from harm.
She's held off, and she's kept me off; but now the ice'll be broken with a regular thaw." "Still, I don't see. It's one thing to invite her, to oblige old man Van Tromp; but it's another thing to get her to come." "She'll come fast enough this time; she'll come as if she was shot here by a secret spring. There is a secret spring, you may take my word for it.
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