CHAPTER XXIV 



IN PERIL OF WATERS OFF THE GREENLAND COAST 



N the afternoon of the 8th at 

 about 1 o'clock after Nathan- 

 iel had set off to hunt and 

 Stewart to fish, the remainder 

 of the party lay sprawled on 

 the ground near the tents listen- 

 ing to the inimitable yarns of Hassell and Cramer 

 drawn from long and picturesque flying experi- 

 ences. It was now the third day since the wreck, 

 and if the dinghy had got through to Kangamiut 

 we should have been taken off at least a day earlier. 

 A watch down the fjord was being maintained. I 

 was busy in my tent with my notes and I left it to 

 say to the others that I believed now we must begin 

 at once to strictly ration the party. 



On my way to the group sprawled on the ground 

 I caught a view down the fjord, and was over- 

 joyed to see a motor-boat coming up. It was a 



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