No signs of him.
"You don't suppose the rascal's got lost, do you ?" Wade said.
"No need of that, I should imagine," replied Raed.
We waited ten or fifteen minutes longer.
"We might as well go after him," Kit was saying; when, at a distance, a great shouting and uproar arose, accompanied by the barking of dogs and all the other accompaniments of a general row and rumpus.
"What the dickens is up now ?" exclaimed Kit.
"It's the Huskies!" cried Weymouth.
"You don't suppose they are after Palmleaf, do you ?" Raed demanded.
We listened eagerly.

The hubbub was increasing; and, a moment later, we espied the negro bursting over the ledges off to the left at a headlong run, with a whole crowd of Esquimaux only a few rods behind, brandishing their harpoons and darts.

There were dogs, too.

Guard was running with Palmleaf, facing about every few leaps, and barking savagely.

All the dogs were barking; all the Huskies were _ta-yar-r-r-ing_ and chasing on.
"They'll have him!" shouted Kit.