CHAPTER 5
tOIL OF tRACE AND tRAIL
ty days from time it left Da ater Mail, es at t Skaguay. tcate, and of es, ter dogs, ively lost more , en successfully feigned a leg, . Sol-leks was limping, and Dub was suffering from a wrenched shoulder blade.
terribly footsore. No spring or rebound in t fell rail, jarring tigue of a days travel. tter t tired. It tiredness t comes t, from iredness t comes trengtoil. tion left, no reserve strengto call upon. It least bit of it. Every muscle, every fiber, every cell, ired, dead tired. And t. In less traveled ty-five eig five days rest. Skaguay, tly on t legs. traces taut, and on t managed to keep out of the sled.
quot;Muss,quot; tottered doreet of Skaguay. quot;Dis is de last. Den one long rest. E.quot;
tly expected a long stopover. t, and in ture of reason and common justice terval of loafing. But so many o ts, rus ted mail aking on Alpine proportions; also, tco take trail. to be got rid of, and, since dogs count for little against dollars, to be sold.
time Buck and es found ired and ates came along and boug;; and quot;C;. Cisery eyes and a mustac ted fiercely and vigorously up, giving to t concealed. er of nineteen or ty, s revolver and a ing knife strapped about t fairly bristled ridges. t salient t advertised terable. Botly out of place, and of tery of t passes understanding.
Buck agent, and kne tcrain drivers of and Francois and tes to tent retc;Mercedesquot; ter--a nice family part