It was the one unconquerable fighting trick of the Eskimos--that neck hold.

Caught from behind there was no escape from it.

It was the age-old sasaki-wechikun, or sacrifice-hold, an inheritance that came down from father to son--the Arctic jiu-jitsu by which one Kogmollock holds the victim helpless while a second cuts out his heart.

Flat on his back, with his head and shoulders bent under him, Philip lay still for a single instant.

He heard the shrill command of the Eskimo over him--an exhortation for the other to hurry up with the knife.