“Massy sakes, Marse Frank, dar am mo’ ob dem!”
“It’s all right!” cried Frank, wildly. “We are saved!”
Pomp looked astonished.
“How can yo’ say dat, Marse Frank? Dar’s mo’ ob dem!”
“Yes, but they are of another tribe and not of the warlike kind. You will see pretty quick.”
The distant yells of the newcomers had a startling effect on the Esquimaux attacking Pomp and Frank.
They seemed alarmed and began to scramble for the ice floe.
A more demoralized set was never seen than they.
The newcomers pursued them even to the island, where a hot battle was waged.
But a number of the friendly Esquimaux remained behind and now made signs to Frank and Pomp.