"Boy no eat, me eat," said Olalola, and filled his mouth with great gusto. Then the youths excused themselves and got out as fast as possible. "Phew! talk about fresh air!" cried Chet, when he and his chum were in the open. "Wouldn't you think the Esquimaux would die in that kind of rot?" "I don't believe they are very healthy," answered Andy. "Dr. Slade says they are not." "They all need a bath, and need it badly," said Chet, in deep disgust. It was his first and last visit to the _igloos_. When it was clear the Esquimaux often played games. One was leapfrog, and another was of the "snap-the-whip" variety. In the latter sport they would roar loudly when the last man was sent whirling over and over on the ice. "You'd think he'd break his head," was Andy's comment, as he saw one unfortunate land with a crash on a hummock of ice. "Well, they are rough fellows, and so their sports must be rough," answered Professor Jeffer. Nearly every Esquimau is skillful with the dog-whip, and one of their pastimes amused the boys very deeply. The men would gather around in a big circle, and in the center of this a small object, usually of wood, would be half buried in the snow. Then the men, each with his long dog-lash, would try to "snap" the object from the ring. Crack! would go the lash, making a report like a pistol, and the snow would come up in a little whirl, and sometimes the object would come with it. "Pretty good shots, some of them," said Andy. "Wait until we get on the road with the sledges," answered Barwell Dawson. "Then you'll see some fancy doings with the whips. Some of those chaps can reach a dog twenty feet away, and take a nip out of his hide as quick as a wink. That's the way they get the dogs under such perfect control." "I wish I could learn how to drive the dogs," said Andy. "You'll have plenty of chance, when we get on the move again," returned the explorer. Two days later, Andy was walking from the storehouse to the ship when, in the dim light from the lamp near the hut, he saw something unusual that attracted his attention. A man was crawling along on all-fours, muttering wildly to himself. "Whatever can that fellow be up to?" asked the boy of himself. For the instant he thought he might be mistaken, and that the form was that of some wild beast. His curiosity aroused to a high pitch, the lad stopped short, and then made a detour, coming up on the opposite side of the storehouse. Here he found the man, still on all-fours, bending over a case of some sort. "Oh, this darkness! Why don't the sun shine?" the man was muttering to himself. "I must have light! I will have light!" "It is Pep Loggermore, and he is as crazy as a loon!" murmured Andy. "I had better tell the captain of this at once! The sailor may hurt somebody if I don't!"