"Someone come here! Do you see that moving speck off there to the north?
I believe that is the scoundrel." Several glasses were now directed to the spot.
"It is the Pole!" cried Sammy.

"He has stolen a sledge and is running away!" "Where on earth can he be running to ?" exclaimed Mr.Gibbs.

"The man is insane!" Mr.Marcy said nothing.

His motor sledge, a very fine one, furnished with an unusually large wheel, was still on the deck.

He rushed towards it.
"I am going after him!" he shouted.