But not a sign of a human being was in sight.
Frank and Pomp went down to the spot, and found only a pile of half-burned sticks.
But these were all the signs of an Esquimau, although none of the latter were in sight.
But as they stood, there, from the hill above came a loud halloo. Looking up, the two explorers were astounded to see fully a dozen dog teams coming down over the snow wastes.
Upon each sledge was an Esquimau, and Frank knew enough from former visits to this region of the colors worn by the tribes that this was a band of hostiles.
Instantly he threw back the hammer of his rifle.
CHAPTER VIII.
A FIGHT WITH THE ESQUIMAUX.
The Esquimaux were lashing their dogs to furious speed as they came on down over the snow waste.
They had seen the two explorers and were making for them.
Pomp was alarmed.