It looked as if the Antarctic natives had expected the attack, for they were gathered about their huts with arms ready for battle.
At sight of the white men they set up a fearful yelling, and danced about, brandishing their weapons.
“They mean to give us a warm reception, don’t they?” cried Frank. “Now where do you suppose the prisoners are?”
“Probably in that large building,” said Hardy, with conviction; “that seems to be the stronghold of the tribe.”
“What shall we do? Make an open attack?” asked Jack Wallis.
“First let us see if we cannot treat with them,” said Frank.
But this was quickly proved out of the question.
The words had barely left his lips when there was a startling sound in his rear.
Instantly from behind rocks and shrubs a score of armed barbarians sprang forth and rushed upon our adventurers like an avalanche.
Swinging their battle axes they looked formidable indeed. The white men had barely time to prepare for defense, so sudden and swift was the murderous attack.