These are the sledges missing from Lake’s camp," Professor Dyer remarks, shimmering into view. He doesn’t sound particularly surprised - it seems they must have accounted for this possibility.
Danforth is already at the first of the sledges, examining its contents. "Here’s the gasoline stove, the fuel, all of their research instruments..." he trails off. "God, what is that awful stench?" He motions toward the farthest sledge, the tarpaulin strapped around its cargo bulging oddly.
"Danforth, don’t-" Dyer calls out, but it’s too late. The moment Danforth removes the tarpaulin, he staggers backward, covering his mouth and nose. Frozen and preserved beneath the tarpaulin are the corpses of a young explorer and one of his sled dogs. "Gedney," Dyer whispers.