Bjaaland began to understand. He started to smile and
couldn't stop. He was warm and excited.
'Well, boys,' Amundsen said slowly. 'Do we want the British
to put their flag at the South Pole first? How fast can we travel?
We have a lot of dogs, and some of the most wonderful skiers
on earth - Bjaaland here is the best in Norway! So I have an
idea, boys. Let's go to the South Pole, and put the Norwegian
flag there before the British! What do you say?'
For a minute or two it was very quiet. Amundsen waited, and
the men watched him and thought. Then Bjaaland laughed.
'Yes!' he said. 'Why not? It's a ski race, isn't it, and the
English can't ski! It's a wonderful idea, of course! Let's go!'