She was now virtually done for; that seemed certain. So greedily had this egotistical female swallowed the silly bait we offered, so arrogantly had she planned to eliminate everybody excepting herself from the credit of the discovery, that there seemed now nothing left for us to do except to watch her hurdling deliriously toward destruction. _Should_ we burst into hellish laughter? We looked hard at Dr. Delmour and we decided not to--yet. Said I: "To assist at the final apotheosis of Professor Bottomly makes us very, very happy. We are happy to remain incognito, mere ciphers blotted out by the fierce white light which is about to beat upon Professor Bottomly, fore and aft. We are happy that our participation in this astonishing affair shall never be known to science. "But, happiest of all are we, dear Dr. Delmour, in the knowledge that _you_ are to be with us and of us, incognito on this voyage now imminent; that you are to be our revered and beloved leader. "And I, for one, promise you personally the undivided devotion of a man whose entire and austere career has been dedicated to science--in _all_ its branches." I stepped forward rather gracefully and raised her little hand to my lips to let her see that even the science of gallantry had not been neglected by me. Dr. Daisy Delmour blushed. "Therefore," said I, "considering the fact that our names are not to figure in this expedition; and, furthermore, in consideration of the fact that _you_ are going, we shall be very, very happy to accompany you, Dr. Delmour." I again saluted her hand, and again Dr. Delmour blushed and looked sideways at Professor Lezard. IV It was, to be accurate, exactly twenty-three days later that our voyage by sea and land ended one Monday morning upon the gigantic terminal moraine of the Golden Glacier, Cook's Peninsula, Baffin Land. Four pack-mules carried our luggage, four more bore our persons; an arctic dicky-bird sat on a bowlder and said, "Pilly-willy-willy! Tweet! Tweet!" As we rode out to the bowlder-strewn edge of the moraine the rising sun greeted us cordially, illuminating below us the flat surface of the marsh which stretched away to the east and south as far as the eye could see. So flat was it that we immediately made out the silhouettes of two mules tethered below us a quarter of a mile away. Something about the attitude of these mules arrested our attention, and, gazing upon them through our field-glasses we beheld Professor Bottomly. That resourceful lady had mounted a pneumatic hammock upon the two mules, their saddles had sockets to fit the legs of the galvanized iron tripod. No matter in which way the mules turned, sliding swivels on the hollow steel frames regulated the hammock slung between them. It was an infernal invention. There lay Jane Bottomly asleep, her black hair drying over the hammock's edge, gilded to a peroxide lustre by the rays of the rising sun.