"Come on, you devils! Come on, come on," he cried. And then,
powerless to restrain what was in him, he let out a yell.

From the door Celie was staring at him. A few moments before her
face had been dead white. Now a blaze of color was surging back
into her cheeks and lips and her eyes shone with the glory of one
who was looking on more than triumph. From her own heart welled up
a cry, a revelation of that wonderful thing throbbing in her
breast which must have reached Philip's ears had there not in that
same instant come another sound to startle them both into
listening silence.

It was not far distant. And it was unmistakably an answer to
Philip's challenge.





CHAPTER XXI




As they listened the cry came again. This time Philip caught in it
a note that he had not detected before. It was not a challenge but
the long-drawn ma-too-ee of an Eskimo who answers the inquiring
hail of a comrade.

"He thinks it is the man in the cabin," exclaimed Philip, turning