"Never!" reiterated Hatteras. "A boat made out of an American ship would be an American!" "But, captain----" began Johnson. The Doctor made a sign to the old boatswain not to press the subject further, and resolved in his own mind to reserve the question for discussion at a more opportune moment. He managed to turn the conversation to other matters, till it abruptly terminated by the entrance of Altamont. This ended the day, and the night passed quietly without the least disturbance. The bears had evidently disappeared. CHAPTER XII IMPRISONED IN DOCTOR'S HOUSE The first business next day was to arrange for a hunt. It was settled that Altamont, Bell, and Hatteras should form the party, while Clawbonny should go and explore as far as Isle Johnson, and make some hydrographic notes and Johnson should remain behind to keep house. The three hunters soon completed their preparations. They armed themselves each with a double barrelled revolver and a rifle, and took plenty of powder and shot. Each man also carried in his belt his indispensable snow knife and hatchet, and a small supply of pemmican in case night should surprise them before their return. Thus equipped, they could go far, and might count on a good supply of game. At eight o'clock they started, accompanied by Duk, who frisked and gambolled with delight. They went up the hill to the east, across the cone, and down into the plain below. The Doctor next took his departure, after agreeing with Johnson on a signal of alarm in case of danger. The old boatswain was left alone, but he had plenty to do. He began by unfastening the Greenland dogs, and letting them out for a run after their long, wearisome confinement. Then he attended to divers housekeeping matters. He had to replenish the stock of combustibles and provisions, to arrange the store-houses, to mend several broken utensils, to repair the rents in coverlets, and get new shoes ready for summer excursions. There was no lack of work, and the old sailor's nimble clever fingers could do anything. [Illustration: ] While his hands were busy, his mind was occupied with the conversation of the preceding evening. He thought with regret over the captain's obstinacy, and yet he felt that there was something grand and even heroic in his determination that neither an American nor an American ship should first touch the Pole. The hunters had been gone about an hour when Johnson suddenly heard the report of a gun. "Capital!" he exclaimed. "They have found something, and pretty quickly too, for me to hear their guns so distinctly. The atmosphere must be very clear." A second and a third shot followed. "Bravo!" again exclaimed the boatswain; "they must have fallen in luck's way!" [Illustration: Hatteras could only manage to keep off his pursuers by flinging down one article after another--P.120]