I should say not more than--" "Se! Se!" The warning came in a low cry from Celie's lips.

A dark head was appearing slowly above the top of the stockade, and Philip darted suddenly out into the open.

The Eskimo did not see him, and Philip waited until he was on the point of hurling his javelin before he made a sound.

Then he gave a roar that almost split his throat.

In the same instant he began firing.