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ay ! my hearty , '' responded his brother , giving his trousers a nautical hitch ; `` you seem to have forgotten that to-day is the day we are to see the polar ship . '' `` Not likely , '' exclaimed Frank Chester , flinging down his wrench and passing 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 . ''