So he took the gun and ran swiftly over the snow. Soon he was out of sight, and Ahmow was alone with the dogs.
The little boy played with the dogs at first, but after a while they curled up and went to sleep.
Ahmow was sleepy, too, and it was so warm in the bear rug that he almost went to sleep.
All at once he heard a growl, then a dog barked. Ahmow was wide awake and listening. “What is it, Naka?” he said to the dog that barked.
Naka barked again, and the hair stood up straight on his back.
Ahmow stood up and looked about. There was a fierce, hungry-looking wolf coming toward him! He looked again! One, two, three, four wolves were leaping over the snow!
The boy threw off the rug, and seized his father’s whip and walrus spear. “Come here,” he called to the dogs. “Come here to the sledge.”
Then, as the wolves came nearer, he jumped into the cask of meat.
