But the arms relaxed about his neck.

He rolled over and sprang to his feet.
Three or four paces from him was the Eskimo he had struck, crawling toward him on his hands and knees, still dazed by the blows he had received.

In the snow Philip saw his club.

He picked it up and replaced the revolver in his pocket.

A single blow as the groggy Eskimo staggered to his feet and the fight was over.
It had taken perhaps three or four minutes--no longer than that.