hunter take the axe and strike three times on my neck. You yourself can strike the three times."
Makamuk stood with gaping mouth, drinking in this latest and most wonderful magic of the fur-thieves.
"But first," the Pole added hastily, "between each blow I must put on fresh medicine. The axe is heavy and sharp, and I want no mistakes."
"All that you have asked shall be yours," Makamuk cried in a rush of acceptance. "Proceed to make your medicine."
Subienkow concealed his elation. He was playing a desperate game, and there must be no slips. He spoke arrogantly.
"You have been slow. My medicine is offended. To make the offence clean you must give me your daughter."
He pointed to the girl, an unwholesome creature, with a cast in one eye and a bristling wolf-tooth. Makamuk was angry, but the Pole remained imperturbable, rolling and lighting another cigarette.
