"It wouldn't be safe," Bobby protested. "If it hasn't gone already, it will soon in this blow, for the sea is eating away the ice floe on all sides. Don't worry, Jimmy. We'll make out, _igloo_ or no _igloo_. Look at the dogs. They don't have _igloos_ ever. But I'm weak with hunger. I've got to eat a biscuit before I do another thing."