Menie and Koko held the dogs back as hard as they could. Kesshoo
and Koko's father crept forward with their bows in their hands.
The fog was so thick they could not see very far before them.

They had gone only a short distance, when out of the fog loomed
two great gray shadows. Instantly the two men dropped on their
knees and took careful aim.

The reindeer did not see them. They did not know that anything
was near until they felt the sting of the hunters' arrows. One
reindeer dropped to the earth. The other was not killed. He flung
his head in the air and galloped away, and they could hear the
thud, thud, of his hoofs long after he had disappeared in the
fog.

The moment the dogs heard the singing sound of the arrows, they
bounded forward. Koko and Menie were not strong enough to hold
them back, and they could not run fast enough to keep up with
them. So they just bumped along behind the dogs! Some of the time
they slid through the snow.

The snow was rough and hard, and it hurt a good deal to be
dragged through it as if they were sledges, but Eskimo boys are
used to bumps, and they knew if they cried they might scare the
game, so they never even whimpered.

It was lucky for them that they had not far to go. When they came
bumping along, Kesshoo and Koko's father laughed at them.