“Hold on!” shouted Frank. “Come no further!”
The Arctic natives halted.
They stood some fifty paces distant and made menacing gestures at Frank and Pomp.
This did not disturb Frank.
He felt no fear.
He knew that with his repeater he could thin out the ranks of the foe in quick time.
The Esquimaux were not so foolish as not to see this themselves.
One of them, a thick-set, burly ruffian, now advanced.
He held up his hands in token of amity, and cried:
“Inglese man, hallo! No shoot! No kill Eskimo!”