The first thing which we saw here was a bear on the shore, watching for
young white-fish: and promptly Clark, Mew, and Lamburn (engineer) went
on shore in the launch, I and Maitland following in the pram, each party
with three dogs.
It was while climbing away inland that Maitland said to me:
'When Clark leaves the ship for the dash to the Pole, it is three, not
two, of us, after all, that he is going to take with him, making a party
of four.'
_I_: 'Is that so? Who knows?'
_Maitland_: 'Wilson does. Clark has let it out in conversation with
Wilson.'
_I_: 'Well, the more the merrier. Who will be the three?'
_Maitland_: 'Wilson is sure to be in it, and there may be Mew, making
the third. As to the fourth, I suppose _I_ shall get left out in the
cold.'
_I_: 'More likely I.'
_Maitland_: 'Well, the race is between us four: Wilson, Mew, you and I.
It is a question of physical fitness combined with special knowledge.
You are too lucky a dog to get left out, Jeffson.'
_I_: 'Well, what does it matter, so long as the expedition as a whole is
successful? That is the main thing.
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