A pack of wolves could hardly have made a greater or more discordant din.

We went to dinner, and, after that, lay down to rest a while; but when we went on deck again at three, P.M., the crowd was still there, in greater numbers than before.
"I wonder what they can be waiting for so long," said Wade.
There was little or no wind, or we should have weighed anchor and made off.

After watching them a while longer, we went down to read.
But, about four, the captain called us.

We went up.
"That was what they were waiting for," said he, pointing off the starboard quarter.
About a mile below the place where the Esquimaux were collected, a whole fleet of _kayaks_ were coming along the shore.
"Waiting for their boats," remarked the captain.
"They're coming off to us!" "Do you suppose they really have hostile intentions ?" Raed asked.
"From their movements on shore, and their shouts and howls, I should say that it was not impossible.

No knowing what notions they've got into their heads about the 'black man.'" "Likely as not their priests, if they've got any, have told them they ought to attack us," said Wade.
"There are fifty-seven of those _kayaks_ and three _oomiaks_ coming along the shore!" said Kit, who had been watching them with a glass.
"Hark! The crowd on shore have caught sight of them! What a yelling!" "I do really believe they mean to attack us," Raed observed.