A shiver seemed to be running through him.
For a moment the Missioner did not seem to hear him.

Then he cried: "Give them the whip! Drive them on!" The Cree turned, unwinding his long lash.
"_Nipoo-win Ooyoo!_" he muttered again.
The whip cracked over the backs of the huskies, the end of it stinging the rump of the lead-dog, who was master of them all.

A snarl rose for an instant in his throat, then he straightened out, and the dogs lurched forward.

Mukoki ran ahead, so that the lead-dog was close at his heels.
"What did he say ?" asked David.
In the gloom the Missioner made a gesture of protest with his two hands.
David could no longer see his face.
"He is superstitious," he growled.

"He is absurd.