His fist shot out and caught the Eskimo squarely in the mouth.

He struck again--and the javelin dropped from the Kogmollock's hand.

In that moment, every vein in his body pounding with the rage and excitement of battle, Philip let out a yell.

The end of it was stifled by a pair of furry arms.

His head snapped back--and he was down.
A thrill of horror shot through him.