desk drawer. âThis will show you where Outpost I is located. â
He took a pen and made a cross on the map. âGo directly toward the inland mountain with two peaks,â Muller advised, âthen you stop at the large glacier at the base of the mountain. Turn west, go twenty miles, and youâll see the outpost on a broad plain of ice and snow. â
He handed the map to Frank. âIt really isnât very far and itâs easy to find.â
âWhatâs it like?â Joe queried.
âItâs made up of two small, wooden buildings. Youâll see an American flag flying from a pole out front. Iâll have our radioman send them a message to expect you. All that remains now is your transportation. Come on outside.â
The Hardysâ Sno-Cat was ready. Antarctic clothing for them had been stowed in a compartment opposite the steering wheel, and the back of the vehicle was filled with crates of food. More provisions were lashed to a heavy sled tied to the rear of the Sno-Cat by a stout rope.
âThese are supplies for the outpost,â Muller explained. âYouâre to deliver them to Commander Noonan, whoâs in charge. Then youâll join the crew as student scientists and see if you can break the case youâre on. â
âWeâd like to say good-bye to our father,â Frank said.
âSure,â Muller said. âHeâs probably in the admiralâs office. Go on inside. You can leave your things out here.â
The boys put their overnight bags in the Sno-Cat and laid the map on the dashboard. Then they went to see the admiral and Mr. Hardy.
âGood luck, boys,â the investigator said. âMake notes on everything that you find suspicious. Iâll contact you later and weâll talk about it.â
âSure thing, Dad,â Frank said and the boys shook hands with the two men. Then they went outside again and climbed into the Sno-Cat, waving to a few crew members who were watching them.
Frank started the motor. The treads of the vehicle began turning, and the rope grew taut in the rear as the heavy sled started to move.
âHere we go into the wilderness,â Joe said with a wry grin. âLeft out in the cold, so to speak.â
âWhat Iâd like to know,â his brother said, squinting his eyes against the whiteness around him, âisâwill we find what weâre looking for?â
11 Lost in the Antarctic
The Sno-Cat clanked forward over the ice and the powdery snow. Occasionally, the treads ground over outcroppings of rock with a harsh, metallic sound. An hour passed.
âThe motorâs purring like a kitten,â Frank observed.
âGood thing, Frank. If we stall, itâs a long walk back to Byrd Base!â
Joe took a pair of binoculars from the glove compartment and focused on the terrain up ahead. âI see the mountain with the two peaks,â he announced. Measuring the angle with his compass, he added, âTwo degrees to the left, Frank, and youâll be on the beam.â
âOkay.â
Soon, they could see the mountain with their naked eyes. It rose like a solitary sentinel in the distance. There was no sign of life anywhere, no animals on the ground or birds in the sky.
âItâs eerie out here,â Joe commented as he gazed at the wilderness. A snowstorm was approaching.
âAt least thereâs no parking problem,â Frank joked.
The Sno-Cat rumbled forward through howling wind and falling snow. Hitting a slippery patch of ice, Frank had to use his four-wheel drive as first one tread and then another began to spin because it could not get a grip on the ice.
The Hardys crossed this slippery area and kept going until they reached the mountain. There Frank brought the Sno-Cat to a halt.
âJoe, do you see the glacier?â he asked.
Joe shook his head. âIt must be on the other side. Letâs see.â
Starting the engine again, Frank