For several minutes after Celie had disappeared into her room he
studied the actions of the wolves in the corral. A short time
before he had considered a method of ridding himself of Bram's
watchful beasts. Now he regarded them as the one greatest
protection they possessed. There were seven left. He was confident
they would give warning the moment the Eskimos approached the
stockade again. But would their enemies return? The fact that only
one man had attacked the wolves at a time was almost convincing
evidence that they were very few in number--perhaps only a
scouting party of three or four. Otherwise, if they had come in
force, they would have made short work of the pack. The thought
became a positive conviction as he looked through the window. Bram
had fallen a victim to a single javelin, and the scouting party of
Kogmollocks had attempted to complete their triumph by carrying
Celie back with them to the main body. Foiled in this attempt, and
with the knowledge that a new and armed enemy opposed them, they
were possibly already on their way for re-enforcements.
Pages:
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165
166