hand a giant club. His yell came to them. It rose above all other
sound, like the cry of a great beast. The wolves came faster, and then--

The truth fell upon those in the cabin with a suddenness that stopped
the beating of their hearts.

Bram Johnson and his wolves were attacking the Eskimos!

From the thrilling spectacle of the giant mad-man charging over the
plain behind his ravenous beasts Philip shifted his amazed gaze to the
Eskimos. They were no longer concealing themselves. Palsied by a
strange terror, they were staring at the onrushing horde and the
shrieking wolf-man. In those first appalling moments of horror and
stupefaction not a gun was raised or a shot fired. Then there rose from
the ranks of the Kogmollocks a strange and terrible cry, and in another
moment the plain between the forest and the snow-ridge was alive with
fleeing creatures in whose heavy brains surged the monstrous thought
that they were attacked not by man and beast, but by devils. And in
that same moment it seemed that Bram Johnson and his wolves were among
them. From man to man the beasts leapt, driven on by the shrieking
voice of their master; and now Philip saw the giant mad-man overtake
one after another of the running figures, and saw the crushing force of
his club as it fell. Celie swayed back from the wall and stood with her
hands to her face. The Swede sprang past her, flung back the bar to the
door, and opened it. Philip was a step behind him. Prom the front of
the cabin they began firing, and man after man crumpled down under
their shots. If Bram and his wolves sensed the shooting in the ferocity
of their blood-lust they paid no more attention to it than to the cries
for mercy that rose chokingly out of the throats of their enemies. In
another sixty seconds the visible part of it was over. The last of the
Kogmollocks disappeared into the edge of the forest. After them went
the wolf-man and his pack.

Philip faced his companion. His gun was hot--and empty. The old grin
was in Olaf's face. In spite of it he shuddered.

"We won't follow," he said. "Bram and his wolves will attend to the
trimmings, and he'll come back when the job is finished. Meanwhile
we'll get a little start for home, eh? I'm tired of this cabin. Forty
days and nights--UGH! it was HELL. Have you a spare pipeful of tobacco,
Phil? If you have--let's see, where did I leave off in that story about
Princess Celie and the Duke of Rugni?"

"The--the--WHAT?"

"