He wondered if there wasany magic on this
vessel.
Then he saw that Larpans kayack had alteredits
course and was headed for the whaler.
Hadjvick pointed out these things, and asked the
girl whatshe was going to do.
For a second he waited thus withevery mysterious
instinct thrilling in his chilled body.
Ey-yah, said Hadjvick, what wonders are these?
Tuktu slid down from his shelf, seized the spear, and began to stab weaklyupwards.
The arrow-head came back flush with thebelly of the bow. Perhaps it will make a
difference to you. So Pituluk reached for the spear and re-coiledthe rawhide
line.
I would that my arm were not withered, or I could
feed you well for manyweeks.
It is well that it be settled now, and for this
purpose I havecome back. But,wonder of wonders, the voice went on
inside.
His rival stared, while Macgovan glanced at him
curiously. This made Kahdoosh very hot and angry, for he knew he looked likea
fool.
Its naethin but a bit box that the sound comes out
of. As one they answered and swung royally to their appointed places in theascending
slant.
For one thing, there were enough white men as
mattersstood. Theyspoke as they always spoke, while he noticed the crack in his own
voice. A strong man was Pituluk, even in his blindness. Kahdoosh looked very hard,
and his lips felt dry. It is Tuktu, who asks to beforgiven, down among the salmon.
The fingers of Kahdoosh are not long and clever like those of Larpan. For one thing,
there were enough white men as mattersstood.
Let us go back to that pile of stones; I am very
hungry.
He drained it, put the bowlaside, and groped back.
He has a tongue, but no ears; and having no head yetremembers many things. The
words, he said slowly, how is it there are words without a tongueand throat? He
drained it, put the bowlaside, and groped back.
I went out to find if I could perhapssee, but
everything is black. From the galley drifted the voice: I loe a lassie, a bonnie
Hielanlassie. The cook, returning, found him gripping the rail, his whole body
stiff. He felt the two looking at him, and sat up. I am only a hunter, but he is a
maker of magic. Kugyiyuk struck fire, lit the lamp, and bent over him.
Without question it was Larpans night
oftriumph.
The big man had begun to feel his way across to
thestone bowl. We will eatoutside where Pituluk cannot hear us. His rival stared,
while Macgovan glanced at him curiously.