In the silence enfolding that horror-stricken group, the only voice raised was Ugruk’s. “I no kill him,” he said flatly. “Him fell on knife.”
He told them nothing that they did not already know, yet the remark tended to bring back a sense of reality to a scene illusory and incredible, and to call them to themselves. At once their frozen postures melted, and they began to function according to what was in them. Seeing that Konrad was reeling on his feet, both Angus and Dr. Jannison ran to him. His legs gave way under him, now that help had come, and the two men laid him gently on the snow. Jannison at once kneeled over him, and drew forth the crimson-bladed knife.
It was evident that Konrad must not lie here long. Without waiting for the doctor’s instructions, Angus told Ugruk to run to t
