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THE BOY AVIATORS' POLAR DASH

OR

FACING DEATH IN THE ANTARCTIC

BY

CAPTAIN WILBUR LAWTON(pseudonym for John Henry Goldfrap)

Boy Aviators' Series

By Captain Wilbur Lawton

1 THE BOY AVIATORS IN NICARAGUA;or, In League with the Insurgents.

2 THE BOY AVIATORS ON SECRET SERVICE;or, Working with Wireless.

3 THE BOY AVIATORS IN AFRICA;or, An Aerial Ivory Trail.

4 THE BOY AVIATORS' TREASURE QUEST;or, The Golden Galleon.

5 THE BOY AVIATORS IN RECORD FLIGHT;or, The Rival Aeroplane.

6 THE BOY AVIATORS' POLAR DASH;or, Facing Death in the Antarctic.

CONTENTS.

CHAPTERI. The Polar ShipII. A Mysterious RobberyIII. Off for the South PoleIV. A Message from the AirV. A Tragedy of the SkiesVI. A Strange CollisionVII. Adrift on a Floating IslandVIII. Caught in the FlamesIX. A Queer AccidentX. The Professor is KidnappedXI. A Battle in the AirXII. AdriftXIII. The Ship of Olaf the VikingXIV. Marooned on an Ice FloeXV. Dynamiting the ReefXVI. A Polar StormXVII. The Great BarrierXVIII. The Professor Takes a Cold BathXIX. Facing the Polar NightXX. A Mysterious LightXXI. A Penguin HuntXXII. The Flaming MountainXXIII. Adrift Above the SnowsXXIV. Swallowed by a CrevasseXXV. The Viking's ShipXXVI. Caught in a TrapXXVII. The Fate of the DirigibleXXVIII. The Heart of the Antarctic

THE BOY AVIATORS' POLAR DASH

OR

FACING DEATH IN THE ANTARCTIC

CHAPTER I.

THE POLAR SHIP.

"Oh, it's southward ho, where the breezes blow; we're off for thepole, yo, ho! heave ho!"

"Is that you, Harry?" asked a lad of about seventeen, without lookingup from some curious-looking frames and apparatus over which he wasworking in the garage workshop back of his New York home on MadisonAvenue.

"Ay! ay! my hearty," responded his brother, giving his trousers anautical hitch; "you seem to have forgotten that to-day is the day weare to see the polar ship."

"Not likely," exclaimed Frank Chester, flinging down his wrench andpassing his hand through a mop of curly hair; "what time is it?"

"Almost noon; we must be at the Eric Basin at two o'clock."

"As late as that? Well, building a motor sledge and fixing up the
Golden Eagle certainly occupies time."

"Come on; wash up and then we'll get dinner and start over."

"Will Captain Hazzard be there?"

"Yes, they are getting the supplies on board now."

"Say, that sounds good, doesn't it? Mighty few boys get such a chance.The South Pole,—ice-bergs—sea-lions,—and—and—oh, heaps ofthings."

Arm in arm the two boys left the garage on the upper floor of whichthey had fitted up their aeronautical workshop. There the GoldenEagle, their big twin-screw aeroplane, had been planned and partiallybuilt, and here, too, they were now working on a motor-sledge for theexpedition which now occupied most of their waking—andsleeping—thoughts.

The Erie Basin is a

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