272 Tommy Twisters Discovery

you what, I’ve taken the wrong iceberg and
come right out of my way; and there isn’t
an iceberg back till to-morrow morning. If
you'll take me in tow, I'll point out the way
as we go on—I live not very far from the
North Pole—only about three turnings short
of it.”

‘You won't bite or hug if we take you in
tow?” asked Tommy cautiously.

“No fear,” said the bear. ‘Fain sus-
pecting a fellow. I wouldn't do such a
thing! [Pll act square.”

“How jolly warm and cosy it is near that
boat of yours!” said the bear presently.
‘What have you got aboard.”

“Jam,” replied Tommy. ‘Do you like
jam?”

“Well, now you come to speak of it,
as the saying is,” said the bear reflectively,
“T can’t say as I ever exactly tasted it.
It doesn’t grow much at the North Pole.
Is it anyways like blubber?”

“What! that nasty greasy fat stuff?” ex-
claimed Tommy. “No fear!”

The bear was evidently hurt at this.