"Strategy," he mumbled. "They know we're shy of ammunition."
In the moments of tense waiting Philip found his first opportunity
to question the man at his side. First, he said:
"I guess mebby you. understand, Olaf. We've gone through a hell
together, and I love her. If we get out of this she's going to be
my wife. She's promised me that, and yet I swear to Heaven I don't
know more than a dozen words of her language. What has happened?
Who is she? Why was she with Bram Johnson? You know their
language, and have been with them--"
"They're taking final orders," interrupted Olaf, as if he had not
heard. "There's something more on foot than a rush to the ridge.
It's Blake's scheming. See those little groups forming? They're
going to bring battering-rams, and make a second rush from the
ridge." He drew in a deep breath, and without a change in the even
tone of his voice, went on: "Calkins, Harris and O'Flynn went down
in a good fight. Tell you about that later. Hit seven days' west,
and run on the camp of Armin, his girl, and two white men--
Russians--guided by two Kogmollocks from Coronation Gulf.
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