First at the North Pole; Or, Two Boys in the Arctic CircleStratemeyer, Edward
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First at the North Pole; Or, Two Boys in the Arctic Circle
Stratemeyer, Edward
Adventure stories; Arctic regions -- Discovery and exploration -- Juvenile fiction; North Pole -- Juvenile fiction
"The darkness. He wanted a light, so he set fire to the storehouse."
By this time Andy felt a little better. But he was very weak, and Chet
had to help him back to the steamer. Here he sat down and told his tale.
Then Chet went out to relate what he had heard to Captain Williamson and
the others.
It took but a few minutes of energetic work to put out the fire. When
the commander of the _Ice King_ saw the battered oil can and box of
matches he was furious.
"The man who did this ought to be strung up on the yardarm!" he
exclaimed.
"Loggermore did it, but he is not accountable," said Chet, and told what
Andy had had to say.
"Where is Loggermore?" asked Dr. Slade. "I'll have to take him in hand."
A hurried search was made for the crazed man, but he had run away. A
party was sent out for him, and he was found nearly a mile from the
ship, dancing on the ice, singing loudly, and tearing his clothing to
shreds. It was with difficulty that he was brought back and placed in
the ship's brig. Then Dr. Slade gave him a sleeping potion and he sank
into a profound slumber. When he came out of his sleep, he said he had
had some bad dreams, but he could not remember anything of the fire or
of his attack on Andy.
"He is not to be trusted," said the ship's physician. "You can give him
his liberty, but I advise that an eye be kept on him."
"We'll keep an eye on him, never fear," answered Captain Williamson,
grimly.
Andy suffered very little from the attack of the frenzied sailor, and in
a day or two he felt as well as ever.
"But I'll never trust Loggermore again," he told Chet. "After this he
must keep his distance."
Day after day passed, and at last the Long Night came to an end. There
was general rejoicing, and when Andy saw the sun once more he threw up
his cap in his delight, and fairly danced a jig.
"It's grand, Chet!" he cried.
"Grand doesn't express it," was Chet's answer. "It's sublime! Andy, I
don't know how you feel, but I don't want to go through another such
spell of darkness."
"Nor I,--not for a hundred thousand dollars! Oh, a fellow doesn't know
how good sunshine is until he can't have it!"
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