"Himmel! I shall never forget that digging!" "Nor the penguins either, I suppose, when you went to get the guano that day ?" said Fritz slyly, with a meaning glance.
"Ah, brother, `no more of that, an thou lovest me!'" quoted Eric.
"Still, the guano, perhaps, has made the things come on so well, eh ?" "No doubt of that," replied Fritz.

"But, we'll have to thin out those cabbage plants shortly, laddie; that will necessitate our digging up some more ground, so as to make a place ready for them." "Oh!" groaned the other in a lachrymose way, making a hideous grimace.
"However, we needn't hurry about it," continued Fritz, smiling at his grimace.
"Ah!" exclaimed Eric, much relieved.

He knew that if the thing had to be done, he should have to accomplish it; for, in spite of all his disgust for spade work, he certainly would not have allowed Fritz to attempt gardening so soon with his invalided foot.
"No, there's no hurry," went on Fritz, as if thinking aloud.

"We'll have to confine our attention to the seals now for the next two months or so, as that is our special business here.

When we can capture no more of those gentry, we'll have plenty of time to attend to the garden; although, probably, we shall get something out of it ere long, if only a few radishes--at all events we ought to have some new potatoes by Christmas, that is if they ripen as rapidly as they have jumped out of the ground!" "Fancy, new potatoes at Christmas!" cried Eric.