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So we will land and attack them and throw them all into the river." "I will do my best," answered Raventik gravely. "It is not likely," added Gartok, "that you will find them to-day, for they seldom come down as far as here, and they don't know we are coming." The scout made no reply.
"How do you know that there is `nothing' in the place where you are going?" asked Cheenbuk, simply. Gartok was silent. Probably his logical faculty told him that his own thinking, and coming to a conclusion without knowing, was as foolish in himself as in his comrades. The subject of conversation happened to be very congenial to Cheenbuk's cast of mind.
We followed a course parallel to the high, flat plateau on the other side of the stream. This snow-covered plateau extended from south-west to north-east. Beyond it to the north could be seen some high, snowy peaks in all probability the lofty summits south-east of Gartok. To our right we were flanked by high, rugged mountains, with streams here and there dashing down their sides.
Cheenbuk spoke the concluding sentence with a look and tone that was meant to convey a warning to any one who should dare to feel or act otherwise; but there was little need of the warning, for, with the exception of Aglootook the medicine-man, the chief leaders of the fire-eating portion of the tribe, Gartok and Ondikik, were at the time helpless.
With active spring Anteek went close in and delivered his thrust. The bear uttered a savage roar and at once turned on him. Just at the moment the boy's foot slipped and he fell close to the animal's feet. In the same instant the two men sprang forward. Cheenbuk's spear entered the bear's heart, and that of Gartok struck its breast. But the thrust of the latter was feeble.
"For the Fire-spouters," continued Gartok, disregarding the growl, "are afraid of nothing. Why should they be when they can spout wounds and death so easily?" Poor Gartok spoke feelingly, for his wounded leg had reduced his vigour considerably, and he was yet only able to limp about with the aid of a stick, while his lieutenant Ondikik was reduced to skin and bone by the injury to his back.
"Your mother and I were talking of a bad man, Nootka," said Mangivik. "Ay, a very very bad man," exclaimed Mrs Mangivik, with a decided nod of her head. "If he is so very bad," returned Nootka, "it would be good that he should never come back. Who is it?" "Gartok," answered her mother, with the air of one who has mentioned the most hateful thing in creation. Nootka laughed.
They disappear and leave an ugly hole behind them." At this point Raventik, on whom the command had devolved, came forward with a choice piece of juicy walrus blubber on a flat stone for a plate. "Our chiefs will eat," he said, "it will do them good make their hearts strong and ease the wounds." "No," said Gartok decisively, "none for me." "Take it away!" cried the other sharply.
Meanwhile the young men who had followed the lead of Gartok fifteen in number were cautiously ascending the Greygoose River, each in his kayak, armed with a throwing-spear, lance, and bow. One of their number was sent out in advance as a scout. Raventik was his name.
He finished the sentence in the most expressive manner by fainting dead away, and falling over to one side so heavily that he would have infallibly upset the little craft if his comrades had not been close at hand to prevent that catastrophe. "Hail the oomiak!" cried Gartok, in a voice that, for him, felt singularly feeble. "Put him into it, and let two of the women change with two of the men."
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