"We'll get there!" cried Andy, but in less than ten hours his tune changed, for it commenced to snow furiously, while the wind became a perfect gale. All hands were glad enough to crawl into some hastily-constructed _igloos_, and even the dogs sought whatever shelter they could find. They were thus stormbound for several days. To make any move whatever would have been folly, and Barwell Dawson attempted none. Yet he chafed roundly at the delay, the more so as he saw his stock of supplies rapidly diminishing. "We must go on shorter rations," said the explorer, and cut down the quantities that very day. This led to increased dissatisfaction on the part of Estankawak, and he conversed earnestly with another of his tribe, Muckaloo by name, but not in the hearing of Olalola. "He is up to no good, and we must watch him," whispered Andy to Chet. "Maybe he will try to bolt, and take some of our things with him." This was just what Estankawak had in mind to do, and he readily got Muckaloo to join in the scheme. Early in the morning of the next day, when the weather showed signs of clearing, the two Esquimaux crawled out of their hut and sneaked over to one of the sledges and harnessed up the team of six dogs. On the sledge they placed such of the stores as were handy. The boys were watching them, and Andy immediately notified Barwell Dawson. "Going to mutiny, eh?" cried the explorer, and snatching up a shotgun he ran outside without waiting to don his fur coat. He saw Estankawak and Muckaloo at the sledge, just ready to drive off. "Stop, you rascals!" he roared, in the native tongue. "Go a step, and I'll shoot you down!" The Esquimaux were startled, for they had not dreamed that any one outside of themselves was stirring in the camp. They looked at Barwell Dawson, and at the leveled shotgun, and Estankawak dropped the whip he had raised, while Muckaloo hung his head. "You are going to stay with us," went on the explorer. "If you want to leave, you must go without any of our things." "It is death to try to reach the Big Nail," growled Estankawak. "It will be death if you try to run off with any of my things," replied Barwell Dawson, grimly. "Go back to your _igloo_, and stay there until I call you." And at the point of the shotgun he made the mutinous natives retire to one of the ice huts. CHAPTER XXVII HOW COMMANDER PEARY REACHED THE POLE After the trouble with Estankawak and Muckaloo, Mr. Dawson had a close conference with Olalola. He found the latter as faithful as ever, and so put him in sole charge of the dogs and sledges, and warned him to keep a close watch on the others. "Do not let them steal anything," said the explorer, "and when we return to civilization you shall be richly rewarded. I will give you a boat, a gun, and a hunting knife."