Chapter 18

“We will have a great deal more than the blood of a sheep-herding squaw on our hands before we’re through with this job,” was Pareso’s still embittered response. “And the only thing for us to do now is to get busy. For between now and sunrise we’ve got to give a brand-new god to those blond Eskimos and get the whole fire-eating tribe so they’ll sip out of our hand!” “And who’s the god you’re going to give them?” I asked as I followed Pareso up to our hill-camp. “Knutsson, of course,” was his curt reply. I turned an…