“No! They must go now. We may never get to Santa.”

Otto took a deep breath.

Jonsen turned on him, blustering:

“If we get taken with them, where’ll we be, eh?”

Otto went white, then red, before he answered.

“You’ll have to risk that,” he said slowly. “You can’t land them no other place.”

“Who said I was going to land them?”

“There’s nothing else you can do,” said Otto stubbornly.

A light of comprehension dawned suddenly in Jonsen’s worried face.