The crack of his pistol and the ferocious outcry he made sent the Eskimo off the stockade like a ball hit by a club.

The pack, maddened by their inability to reach their enemies, turned like a flash.

Warned by one experience, Philip hustled Celie into the cabin.

They were scarcely over the threshold when the wolves were at the door.
"We're sure up against a nice bunch," he laughed, standing for a moment with his arm still about Celie's waist.

"A regular hell of a bunch, little girl! Now if those wolves only had sense enough to know that we're a little brother and sister to Bram, we'd be able to put up a fight that would be some circus.