The captain and Raed now redoubled their gestures of invitation.

The Esquimau men on board also began to jabber to them; at which, first two, then another, and another, stood up, and with broad smiles essayed to mount the stairs.

Kit was standing close to me.
"Now, which are the prettiest ones ?" he whispered.

"Which are the belles?
Let's you and I secure the _belles_ away from Raed and Wade.
Those two back in the stern next to old ghoul-face--how do those strike you?
Aren't those the beauties?
They've got on the prettiest fur, anyway.

Only look at those white gloves!" The two Kit had pointed out were, as well as we could judge, the fairest of the bevy.
"I believe Wade's got his eye on one of them!" muttered Kit.