"Stand back inside of the hole," said Kernel Cob, and he drew his sword and stepped outside.
On came the wolves, yelping and growling and showing their great yellow teeth.
And one by one as they came up to devour our little friends, Kernel Cob's sword flashed, and with each stroke down came a wolf.
And when the last one had been slain Kernel Cob wiped his sword upon his coat and went inside.
"Well," said Wak Wak, "I'm glad I'm not a wolf. That's the greatest fight I have ever seen."
But Kernel Cob put his sword away and lay down to finish his sleep as if nothing had happened.
In the morning when they got up they went outside and counted the wolves and they numbered two thousand, three hundred and twenty-one.
But Kernel Cob turned his head away, for brave people are always modest and cannot bear to hear themselves praised.
Later in the day Wak Wak took them to a friend of his, a pack-dog that he knew. A fine chap he was, and when he had heard our little friends' story, he was very willing to help them.
"If you can rig up a sled I'll take you to the North Pole, and very gladly."