as you have done to the others. Cut me up a bit at a time, even as you
have cut him up." He pointed to the Cossack. "The medicine is now cool.
Thus, I rub it on my neck, saying this further medicine."

With great gravity he slowly intoned a line of the "Marseillaise," at the
same time rubbing the villainous brew thoroughly into his neck.

An outcry interrupted his play-acting. The giant Cossack, with a last
resurgence of his tremendous vitality, had arisen to his knees. Laughter
and cries of surprise and applause arose from the Nulatos, as Big Ivan
began flinging himself about in the snow with mighty spasms.

Subienkow was made sick by the sight, but he mastered his qualms and made
believe to be angry.

"This will not do," he said. "Finish him, and then we will make the
test. Here, you, Yakaga, see that his noise ceases."

While this was being done, Subienkow turned to Makamuk.

"And remember, you are to strike hard. This is not baby-work. Here,
take the axe and strike the log, so that I can see you strike like a
man."

Makamuk obeyed, striking twice, precisely and with vigour, cutting out a
large chip.

"It is well." Subienkow looked about him at the circle of savage faces
that somehow seemed to symbolize the wall of savagery that had hemmed him
about ever since the Czar's police had first arrested him in Warsaw.