CHAPTER XXII

As from the Grave “Eskimos!” exclaimed Lieutenant Merriman. “Are you sure, Don? It doesn’t seem possible that they should be so far north as this.” “They’re Eskimos, right enough,” replied Don, handing the glasses to him. “Look for yourself.” “It’s only another indication, added to that of the walrus, that there’s land nearer to the Pole than has been thought,” said Captain Sturdy. The lieutenant looked hard and long. “By Jove! Don’s right,” he agreed. “And they’re coming right toward us. They’re probably as much s…