“There!” said Dan at length. “There they is!”
Deep down in a cove, in a shelter of a towering ledge of rocks, stood a skin tupek of the Eskimos. Two men and some women and children, who had discovered the approaching boat even before Dan had discovered them, were watching them curiously from the beach.
The welcome was most hospitable, as the welcome of Eskimos always is, everyone shaking hands with Paul and Dan, laughing and greeting them with “Oksunae.”
Presently they learned that one of the men could speak broken English, and Dan related to him, making him understand with some difficulty, their adventures.
“Kablunok soon,” said he, “close.”
“No understand. What’s ‘kablunok’?” Dan asked.
“Kablunok, white man. Very close.”
“Where is un?”
“Post; there,” pointing south. “Very close. Mr. MacTavish.”