"They're moving, Phil! Take the men with the battering rams--and
let them get half way before you fire! ... You see, Bram and his
wolves had to have meat. Blake attacked while he was gone.
Russians killed--Armin and I cornered, fighting for the girl
behind us, when Bram came back like a burst of thunder. He didn't
fight. He grabbed the girl, and was off with her like the wind
with his wolf-team. Armin and I got into this cabin, and here--
forty days and nights--"
His voice stopped ominously. A fraction of a second later it was
followed by the roar of his rifle, and at the first shot one of
Blake's Kogmollocks crumpled up with a grunt half way between the
snow-ridge and the forest.
CHAPTER XXVI
The Eskimos were advancing at a trot now over the open space.
Philip was amazed at their number. There were at least a hundred,
and his heart choked with a feeling of despair even as he pulled
the trigger for his first shot. He had seen the effect of Olaf's
shot, and following the Swede's instructions aimed for his man in
the nearest group behind the main line.
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