“We have our bearings. But I hope that we may overtake the wretches before they have gone very far.”
“Then let us be off!”
“At once!”
“We will return and bury these poor fellows later.”
“Yes; all depends upon prompt pursuit.”
Leaving the ship, the two desperate men set out upon the trail. It was a broad and easy one to follow.
The air had moderated very much. Indeed, there was a faint mist creeping up from the sea.
The barbarians left huge footprints in the snow, and it was from these that Captain Hardy drew his deductions.
“I tell you they are literal giants!” he declared. “No doubt they are fearful fighters.”
“Yet they cannot, one of them, stop a rifle ball without getting sick,” said Jack.