With Bram out of the way he could shoot the wolves one by one from the window.

Without a weapon their situation would be hopeless.
The pack--with the exception of one huge, gaunt beast directly under the window--had swung around the end of the cabin out of his vision.
The remaining wolf in spite of the excitement of battle was gnawing hungrily at a bone.

Philip could hear the savage grind of its powerful jaws, and all at once the thought of how they might work out their salvation flashed upon him.

They could starve the wolves! It would take a week, perhaps ten days, but with Bram out of the way and the pack helplessly imprisoned within the corral it could be done.

His first impulse now was to impress on Celie the necessity of taking physical action against Bram.
The sound of his own name turned him from the window with a sudden thrill.
If the last few minutes had inspired an eagerness for action in his own mind he saw at a glance that something equally exciting had possessed Celie Armin.