As a matter of fact this discovery did not disturb him greatly.

At close quarters he would prefer a good club to the pop-gun.

Such a club, in the event of a rush attack by the Eskimos, was an important necessity, and he began looking about the cabin to see what he could lay his hands on.

He thought of the sapling cross-pieces in Bram's bunk against the wall and tore one out.

It was four feet in length and as big around as his fist at one end while at the other it tapered down so that he could grip it easily with his hands.
"Now we're ready for them," he said, testing the poise and swing of the club as he stood in the center of the room.