At a dozen paces he might possibly throw it with some degree of
accuracy. In a Kogmollock's hand it was a deadly weapon at a
hundred paces. With the determination to be at his side when the
next fight came Celie possessed herself of a second javelin. With
her hand in his Philip set out then due north through the forest.
It was in that direction he knew the cabin must lay. After
striking the edge of the timber after crossing the Barren Bram
Johnson had turned almost directly south, and as he remembered the
last lap of the journey Philip was confident that not more than
eight or ten miles had separated the two cabins. He regretted now
his carelessness in not watching Brain's trail more closely in
that last hour or two. His chief hope of finding the cabin was in
the discovery of some landmark at the edge of the Barren. He
recalled distinctly where they had turned into the forest, and in
less than half an hour after that they had come upon the first
cabin.
Their immediate necessity was not so much the finding of the cabin
as escape from the Eskimos.
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