His hoarse, deep voice rang defiance to the foe.
While he built a fire before the tepee, Jones strode up and down, suddenly to whip out his knife and make for the tame little musk-oxen, now digging the snow.

Then he wheeled abruptly and held out the blade to Rea.
"What for ?" demanded the giant.
"We've got to eat," said Jones.

"And I can't kill one of them.

I can't, so you do it." "Kill one of our calves ?" roared Rea.

"Not till hell freezes over! I ain't commenced to get hungry.