“I’ll kill you precious quick if you don’t drop those spears!” cried Frank.
“Eskimo no hurt Inglese. No be afraid. Be heap friend!”
The duplicity of the scoundrel was apparent and almost laughable.
Frank smiled.
“I think you’re a crack liar!” he retorted. “I don’t believe you.”
“Honest Eskimo. No hurt!”
“Keep your distance!”
Frank clicked the hammer of his rifle ominously. The big villain understood this and very wisely retreated.
The Esquimaux now held a council.
It was quickly apparent that they did not dare to attack two plucky men.