to survey the fringe of forest through which their trail had come.
"If the others don't warn him there's going to be one less Eskimo
on earth in less than three minutes!"

Another sound had drawn Celie back to the door. "When she looked
in the man she had stunned with the club was moving. Her call
brought Philip, and placing her in the open door to keep watch he
set swiftly to work to make sure of their prisoner. With the
babiche thong he had taken from his enemies he bound him hand and
foot. A shaft of light fell full on the giant's face and naked
chest where it had been laid bare in the struggle and Philip was
about to rise when a purplish patch, of tattooing caught his eyes.
He made out first the crude picture of a shark with huge gaping
jaws struggling under the weight of a ship's anchor, and then,
directly under this pigment colored tatu, the almost invisible
letters of a name. He made them out one by one--B-l-a-k-e. Before
the surname was the letter G.

"Blake," he repeated, rising to his feet. "GEORGE Blake--a sailor
--and a white man!"

Blake, returning to consciousness, mumbled incoherently. In the
same instant Celie cried out excitedly at the door.

"Oo-ee, Philip--Philip! Se det! Se! Se!"

She drew back with, a sudden movement and pointed out the door.
Concealing himself as much as possible from outside observation
Philip peered forth. Not more than a hundred and fifty yards away
a dog team was approaching. There were eight dogs and instantly he