Knock their old _kayaks_ to pieces: that frightens them worst of any thing.

Let me have a shot." Reloading, the captain fired, smashing one end of another _oomiak_.
Men, women, and dogs had taken to their heels, and were scampering off among the hillocks.

Kit then fired a ball at an elevation of twenty degrees, which went roaring over their heads: we saw them all looking up, then _haking_ it for dear life.
"Routed!" exclaimed Raed.

"No blood shed either, except that dog's." "Poor puppy!" said Wade.

"I can see him lying there.