The savages cried out dismally.

Exclamations of "_Mickee!_" "_Arkut mickee!_" "_Parut mickee!_" besought us not to kill them.

They had set them on to us, nevertheless.

The dog riot suppressed, we moved on down to the shore.

The _oomiak_ was then turned bottom up, and the mast which had supported their sails thrust under it transversely about ten feet back of the bows.