Preparations for the departure northward had been going on steadily, the Esquimaux getting their dogs and sledges in readiness, and Barwell Dawson and the others going over the supplies to be taken along. Of the supplies the greater portion was pemmican, over a thousand pounds being placed on the sledges. They also had bear meat, peas, beans, bacon, and a small quantity of coffee and tea, with salt, sugar, and pepper. They likewise carried a portable alcohol stove with some tins of alcohol, matches in water-tight boxes, and such cooking utensils as were absolutely necessary. Professor Jeffer had the scientific instruments, including a high-grade sextant, thermometer, and barometer, and also a good film camera with numerous rolls of films. Four shotguns were taken along, and three rifles, with a large quantity of ammunition. Dr. Slade carried his medicine case. As soon as the Long Night was at an end, more Esquimaux put in an appearance, with their dogs and sledges. One of these was named Estankawak, and Barwell Dawson learned that he was considered one of the best dog-drivers in the Arctic region. "Then we must have Estankawak by all means," said the explorer, and interviewed the fellow without delay. When he came back from the interview, his face showed his excitement. "I have just heard great news!" he cried, to Professor Jeffer and Dr. Slade. "What is it?" asked the professor, while the boys listened with interest. "According to what this fellow Estankawak says, Dr. Frederick Cook reached the North Pole last Spring." "Reached the North Pole!" exclaimed Professor Jeffer and Dr. Slade in a breath. "Yes. He got there April 21, 1908, and he is now on his way back to the United States to break the news." "Was the Esquimau able to give you any particulars?" questioned the doctor. "Some, but not a great many. He says Dr. Cook left Annootok about the middle of February, taking with him eleven natives with their sledges, and over a hundred dogs. The party pushed on steadily day after day, across Ellesmere Land to the Garfield Coast, hunting considerably on the way. From Nansen Sound Dr. Cook made almost a bee-line for the Pole, a distance of about eight degrees, or, roughly speaking, five hundred and fifty miles. On his final dash, he had with him only two Esquimaux, the others being sent back at various times." "And where is he now?" questioned Andy. "He is getting back to civilization as fast as possible, to send word home. If what Estankawak says is true, Dr. Cook has done a wonderful thing--something for which explorers have been striving for ages." "Then we won't be the first at the Pole!" said Chet, ruefully. "Never mind, Chet, if we get there, we'll be the first boys at the Pole!" answered Andy, quickly. "That's so," answered Chet, and looked a little relieved. "Did you ask the Esquimau if he knew anything about Commander Peary's trip this year?" questioned Dr. Slade.