Part 22 (2/2)

On went the captain and Bob, down one hill of ice and up another. It was extremely cold, but neither minded that.

At last they reached a portion of the island that was very uneven. Great chasms yawned to the right and left of them. It was with difficulty that they pushed forward.

But they were bound to go on, and go they did, until at the mouth of what looked like a cave of ice the captain called a halt.

”Listen!” he whispered. ”I hear voices.”

Bob listened. Captain Sumner was right. From the cavern came the sounds of several human tongues.

”They are not speaking Russian,” said the captain. ”Perhaps we have stumbled upon more savages.”

Hardly had he spoken when three human beings came into view.

They were bundled up in furs, in strong contrast to the other natives, who had scarcely any body-covering.

The new-comers were jabbering among themselves at a great rate.

Presently they came to a halt before a large slab of ice.

They tugged and pounded on this until the slab fell to one side, revealing a strange-looking opening.

”What are they up to now?” whispered Bob.

”I don't know--wait.”

They waited. Presently the three men disappeared within the opening.

Soon a smoke came out, and they saw that firebrands had been lit to light up the scene.

”That may be the place where the stone chest is kept,” said Bob.

”More likely it is a burial place,” replied Captain Sumner. ”I've seen such spots before. Maybe they're preparing for a funeral.”

”Can't we get a little closer to them?”

”It would not be safe. Hark!”

From a distance they heard the mournful toot of a large horn.

”That's a funeral horn, I'm sure,” said the captain. ”If they are coming this way we had better--Hullo! look!”

The captain pointed to an opening to their left.

A band of men were advancing.

They were guarding a prisoner--a white man, who walked in their midst.

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