“My friends,” he said, “you have arrived just as we are assembling to talk about the things that concern our souls, the future life, and the Good Spirit. Will you and your men sit down and listen?”
For a few moments Grimlek did not reply. Then he said, “You are not an Eskimo?”
“No, I am a Kablunet,” replied Egede; “I have been sent to tell the Eskimos about the true God.”
Again the robber chief was silent. Then he said that he would consult with his men, and retired with them a short distance to do so.
“Nothing better could have happened,” he said in a low tone. “The Kablunet is going to talk to them about his God. All we have to do is to mingle with them. Let each of you choose his man and sit down beside him. When I give the signal, strike at once, and let no second blow be needed.”
A murmur of assent was all that the band returned to this speech, and Grimlek, returning to the missionary, said that he and his men were ready to hear.
In a few minutes each of the assassins was seated on the ground beside his chosen victim.