The blaze of excitement in her wonderful eyes almost told him that it was.

With Bram gone, the Eskimos believed she was alone and at their mercy as soon as the wolves were out of the way.
Two or three shots from the revolver--and Philip's appearance in the corral--would shake their confidence.

It would at least warn them that Celie was not alone, and that her protector was armed.

For that reason Philip thanked the Lord that a "stocking" gun had a bark like the explosion of a toy cannon even if its bite was like that of an insect.
Cautiously he took another look at Bram's wolves.

The last javelin had transfixed another of their number and the animal was dragging itself toward the center of the corral.