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Updated: June 21, 2025
The sun still shone, never setting, but by this time the adventurers were used to perpetual day. Dirola kept to herself, not saying a word to anybody. "I think I'll drop the ship down a bit and see what sort of a country is beneath us," announced Mr. Henderson about four o'clock, though whether it was four o'clock in the morning or the afternoon, no one knew. However, it did not matter much.
"How did she get here?" Instantly the ice cavern was a scene of great uproar and confusion. The procession broke up as soon as Dirola cried out and the intruders at the sacrifice were observed. All, save those carrying the victim and those guarding Andy and Washington, rushed with their long bone knives at Jack and Mark and the two helpers from the airship.
As he did so the bundle gave a heave, and, breaking through the snow blanket, there was displayed the calm features of Dirola. "Me sleep!" she announced with a smile. And that was what she had been doing while the airship was being whirled around by the strange force! She had braced herself in a corner, pulled her furs about her face, and slumbered, even when the ship turned over.
"Lay low, boys!" he called to the Monarch's crew. "I'll get rid of a few of these savages before I go!" "No shoot! No shoot!" screamed Dirola. She darted from her place, broke through the circle of natives, and rushed up to where Andy stood with leveled weapons. "No shoot! Me save!" she cried. She was all but too late.
At that instant the head of the procession was close to the ice altar. Behind it the mysterious lights played and flickered in streamers of red, green and gold. Up the steps went the two gigantic men, carrying the professor. They were about to sacrifice him in a horrible way! "Oh! Oh! Oh!" screamed a woman's voice. At the sound of it Andy started. "That was Dirola!" exclaimed the old hunter.
Better stay here! Snow stop! Me show you!" "She means we'll get lost if we wander off," said Jack. "I guess we'd better do as she says." Dirola seemed in good spirits and not a bit discouraged by the storm. She walked slowly about, as if looking for something. Then, with a cry, she began digging at a certain spot. "What in the world is she doing?" asked Mark. "I don't know," said Jack.
Before any one could answer him, the blackness gave way to a glare of light, and the two boys, with Dirola and the men, brought up suddenly with a jolt on the floor of a big ice cavern. It was several hundred feet long, and as many wide, with a roof fifty feet above their heads. The sides were of pure ice, but, strangest of all, was the rosy, golden glow that filled the whole place.
"No spik! Me like Ingliss! Me Dirola!" "Who are you?" asked the old hunter again, but in a whisper. "Me like Ingliss!" was the reply. "They kill! Me save! You come! All Ingliss!" Then, into the glare of the big lamp, glided the strange woman who had brought the milk. "Professor Henderson! Wake up!" called Andy. "Hey, boys, Bill, Tom, Washington! This may mean something!"
"Let's start right away," said Mark. "I'm hungry, and the sooner we find the ship the better off we'll be. But this snow is every bit as bad as a fog." It was, indeed, and the boys and men could not distinguish each other ten feet distant. In spite of this, however, Jack started off in the direction he thought the ship might be. "No go! No go!" called Dirola. "Git lost! Fall in hole! Die!
She did not lead them out the way they had been brought in, but by a smaller entrance. "Go easy!" she cautioned. "No want bad mans to hear! They kill Dirola!" Walking like cats in their soft boots of fur, the prisoners followed the strange woman who had so opportunely come to their rescue. Though they were very apprehensive, they met with no one.
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