They leaped into their sledges, and with baffled and derisive yells drove off madly over the ridge again.
Frank guessed their purpose.
This was to go for reinforcements.
“We must get out of this, Pomp!” he said; “this will never do. If they come back with a big gang they’ll annihilate us.”
“A’right, sah.”
“We will go back to the Explorer.”
Frank started for the defile.
But before he reached it he saw that it was filled with Esquimaux.
Their path to the Explorer was cut off.
What was to be done?