Jimmy had already lost consciousness and Bobby was so overcome by the
shock that he could scarcely speak, and Skipper Ed, lifting Jimmy into
his arms, ran with him to the _igloo_, calling to Bobby as he did so:
"Come! Run! Run, or you'll freeze!"
Bobby tried to run--tried very hard--but he fell. The water in an
instant formed a coat of mail upon his body. He rose, but his legs
refused to respond, and again he fell, and when Skipper Ed, who came
running back when he had dragged Jimmy into the _igloo_, reached him he
found Bobby on his hands and knees and nearly helpless.
"Come!" he shouted into Bobby's ear, at the same time passing his arm
around Bobby's body and lifting him to his feet. "Come, lad! Don't give
up!" he encouraged, half dragging the boy forward and pushing him into
the _igloo_.
"Undress, Bobby! Get into your sleeping bag!" he commanded.
"Jimmy--Jimmy--" said Bobby, in a voice which he hardly recognized as
his own.
"I'll take care of Jimmy," broke in Skipper Ed. "Get into your sleeping
bag! Quick!"
And Bobby in a dazed manner obeyed.
Fortunately the stone lamp was burning. Skipper Ed closed the door of
the _igloo_ with a block of snow, and working rapidly he stripped the
frozen clothing from Jimmy, wrapped him in a caribou skin, turned him
upon his face, and resorted to artificial respiration to restore him to
consciousness.
Jimmy responded quickly to the treatment, for he was suffering rather
from shock than from the amount of water that had entered his lungs, and
in a little while Skipper Ed was gratified to observe that he was
breathing naturally and making an effort to speak.
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