And the sun of a cloudless, perfect Arctic day beat down on her; and men were all around, eagerly reaching to open her entrance port. It was done. * * * * * Kenneth Torrance, dazed, battered, hurting in every joint but conscious, found the torpoon's port open, and felt hands reach in and clasp him. Wearily he helped them lift him out into the thin sunlight. Sitting down, slitting his eyes against the sudden glare, he peered around. Captain Sallorsen was beside him, supporting him with one hand and pounding him on the back with the other; and there in front was the bearded scientist, Lawson, and the rest of the men. Ken took a great gulp of the clean, cold air. "Gosh!" was all he could say. "Gosh, that tastes good!" "Man, you did it!" shouted Sallorsen. "How, in God's name, I don't know--but you did it!" "He did!" said Lawson. "And he did it all himself. Even to the food, which should keep us till a plane comes by. If they haven't stopped searching for us." His words reminded Ken of something. "Oh, there'll be a plane over," he said. "Forgot to tell you, but I stole this torpoon--see?--and told the fellows they could come and get it somewhere right around here." Kenneth Torrance grinned, and glanced down at the battered steel shell which had borne him out of the water below. "And here it is," he finished. "A little damaged--but then I didn't promise it would be as good as new!" * * * * *