They were shouting and gesticulating wildly, and were armed with large clubs and solid chunks of ice.
“We will be crushed to death!” he cried. “Hand me the gun, Hugo.”
“Don’t shoot, Jack!”
“We must, or they will kill us. It is our only means of self protection to frighten them away.”
“They are terribly angry.”
“Yes; they think we killed the owner of the dogs and stole the animals.”
“Look out!”
As Hugo uttered the warning a shower of ice fell over the ruined hut.
Jack raised the gun and fired.
The yells of the Esquimaux mingled with the deafening explosion.