“Mebbe, yes!” cried Frank, angrily. “Come, I’ll blow you to perdition if you don’t give him up!”
“No can do dat.”
“Why?”
“White man killed!”
For a moment Frank reeled as if given a terrific blow. He turned ghastly pale. Then Gaston was dead.
“That is awful!” he thought.
But something in the Esquimau chief’s face caused him to start. He grasped the situation at once.
“You are lying!” he hissed, leaning over the rail. “Give him up, or I’ll kill you and all your cowardly crew!”
The Esquimau chief laughed scornfully, and gave a peculiar cry. In a moment the vicinity was thronged with armed natives.
Frank saw that the crisis had come. There was no use in dallying further.