Philip scarcely knew how it happened--but in another moment the giant had hurled him clean over his head and he struck the frozen plain with a shock that stunned him.

When he staggered to his feet, expecting a final assault that would end him, Bram was kneeling beside his pack.

A mumbling and incoherent jargon of sound issued from his thick lips as he took stock of Philip's supplies.

Of Philip himself he seemed now utterly oblivious.

Still mumbling, he dragged the pile of bear skins from the sledge, unrolled them, and revealed a worn and tattered dunnage bag.