"Me like Ingliss!" was the reply. "They kill! Me save! You come! All
Ingliss!"
Then, into the glare of the big lamp, glided the strange woman who had brought the milk.
CHAPTER XVII
FIGHTING FOR THE SHIP
"Professor Henderson! Wake up!" called Andy. "Hey, boys, Bill, Tom,
Washington! This may mean something!"
In an instant the prisoners were sitting up, and blinking in the direction of the big lamp.
"What is it all about?" asked Amos Henderson.
"As near as I can make out this lady is going to save us," replied the hunter. "She says the natives want to kill us, and that she likes the English, though how she can talk United States is more than I can understand."
Dirola, as the Esquimaux woman had called herself, approached the old inventor, and, kneeling down in front of him, spoke rapidly in her broken tongue.
"Me save you!" she repeated. "Me Dirola! Me from way, way off," and she pointed to the north. "Me been prisoner here long time. Me see white Ingliss man once. He come my country. He go way. My people want kill him, no like. He be take away. His name Andre!"