He was confident they would give warning the moment the Eskimos approached the stockade again.

But would their enemies return?
The fact that only one man had attacked the wolves at a time was almost convincing evidence that they were very few in number--perhaps only a scouting party of three or four.

Otherwise, if they had come in force, they would have made short work of the pack.
The thought became a positive conviction as he looked through the window.

Bram had fallen a victim to a single javelin, and the scouting party of Kogmollocks had attempted to complete their triumph by carrying Celie back with them to the main body.

Foiled in this attempt, and with the knowledge that a new and armed enemy opposed them, they were possibly already on their way for re-enforcements.
If this were so there could be but one hope--and that was an immediate escape from the cabin.