“Angut.”
“What! your rival?”
“Yes; my rival. My torngak tells me that Angut wants to meet her—alone, mind—out on the floes at Puffin Island this afternoon.”
“Are—are you sure your torngak has made no mistake?” asked the youth, with something of his old hesitancy.
“Quite sure,” replied Ujarak sternly. “Now, will you give her my message?”
“Angut’s message, you mean.”
“Yes, yes; I mean Angut’s message,” said the wizard impatiently. “You’ll be sure to do what I tell you, won’t you?”
“Quite sure,” replied Ippegoo, the smile again overspreading his visage as he turned and quitted the spot.
Half an hour later he entered Okiok’s hut in quest of Nunaga, but only her mother was there. She told him that the girl had gone off with a sledge along the coast to Moss Bay to fetch a load of moss to stuff between the logs of the hut where they required repairing, and that she had taken Kabelaw as well as Tumbler and Pussi with her.
“That’s good,” said Ippegoo, “then she can’t and won’t go to Puffin Island. I said I would tell her that Angut wants to meet her there alone.”