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Perrault
and
Francois
,
having
cleaned
out
their
part
of
the
camp
,
hurried
to
save
their
sled-dogs
.
The
wild
wave
of
famished
beasts
rolled
back
before
them
,
and
Buck
shook
himself
free
.
But
it
was
only
for
a
moment
.
The
two
men
were
compelled
to
run
back
to
save
the
grub
,
upon
which
the
huskies
returned
to
the
attack
on
the
team
.
Billee
,
terrified
into
bravery
,
sprang
through
the
savage
circle
and
fled
away
over
the
ice
.
Pike
and
Dub
followed
on
his
heels
,
with
the
rest
of
the
team
behind
.
As
Buck
drew
himself
together
to
spring
after
them
,
out
of
the
tail
of
his
eye
he
saw
Spitz
rush
upon
him
with
the
evident
intention
of
overthrowing
him
.
Once
off
his
feet
and
under
that
mass
of
huskies
,
there
was
no
hope
for
him
.
But
he
braced
himself
to
the
shock
of
Spitz
's
charge
,
then
joined
the
flight
out
on
the
lake
.
Later
,
the
nine
team-dogs
gathered
together
and
sought
shelter
in
the
forest
.
Though
unpursued
,
they
were
in
a
sorry
plight
.
There
was
not
one
who
was
not
wounded
in
four
or
five
places
,
while
some
were
wounded
grievously
.
Dub
was
badly
injured
in
a
hind
leg
;
Dolly
,
the
last
husky
added
to
the
team
at
Dyea
,
had
a
badly
torn
throat
;
Joe
had
lost
an
eye
;
while
Billee
,
the
good-natured
,
with
an
ear
chewed
and
rent
to
ribbons
,
cried
and
whimpered
throughout
the
night
.
At
daybreak
they
limped
warily
back
to
camp
,
to
find
the
marauders
gone
and
the
two
men
in
bad
tempers
.
Fully
half
their
grub
supply
was
gone
.
The
huskies
had
chewed
through
the
sled
lashings
and
canvas
coverings
.
In
fact
,
nothing
,
no
matter
how
remotely
eatable
,
had
escaped
them
.
They
had
eaten
a
pair
of
Perrault
's
moose-hide
moccasins
,
chunks
out
of
the
leather
traces
,
and
even
two
feet
of
lash
from
the
end
of
Francois
's
whip
.
He
broke
from
a
mournful
contemplation
of
it
to
look
over
his
wounded
dogs
.
"
Ah
,
my
frien
's
,
"
he
said
softly
,
"
mebbe
it
mek
you
mad
dog
,
dose
many
bites
.
Mebbe
all
mad
dog
,
sacredam
!
Wot
you
t
'
ink
,
eh
,
Perrault
?
"
The
courier
shook
his
head
dubiously
.
With
four
hundred
miles
of
trail
still
between
him
and
Dawson
,
he
could
ill
afford
to
have
madness
break
out
among
his
dogs
.
Two
hours
of
cursing
and
exertion
got
the
harnesses
into
shape
,
and
the
wound-stiffened
team
was
under
way
,
struggling
painfully
over
the
hardest
part
of
the
trail
they
had
yet
encountered
,
and
for
that
matter
,
the
hardest
between
them
and
Dawson
.
The
Thirty
Mile
River
was
wide
open
.
Its
wild
water
defied
the
frost
,
and
it
was
in
the
eddies
only
and
in
the
quiet
places
that
the
ice
held
at
all
.
Six
days
of
exhausting
toil
were
required
to
cover
those
thirty
terrible
miles
.
And
terrible
they
were
,
for
every
foot
of
them
was
accomplished
at
the
risk
of
life
to
dog
and
man
.
A
dozen
times
,
Perrault
,
nosing
the
way
broke
through
the
ice
bridges
,
being
saved
by
the
long
pole
he
carried
,
which
he
so
held
that
it
fell
each
time
across
the
hole
made
by
his
body
.
But
a
cold
snap
was
on
,
the
thermometer
registering
fifty
below
zero
,
and
each
time
he
broke
through
he
was
compelled
for
very
life
to
build
a
fire
and
dry
his
garments
.
Nothing
daunted
him
.
It
was
because
nothing
daunted
him
that
he
had
been
chosen
for
government
courier
.
He
took
all
manner
of
risks
,
resolutely
thrusting
his
little
weazened
face
into
the
frost
and
struggling
on
from
dim
dawn
to
dark
.
He
skirted
the
frowning
shores
on
rim
ice
that
bent
and
crackled
under
foot
and
upon
which
they
dared
not
halt
.
Once
,
the
sled
broke
through
,
with
Dave
and
Buck
,
and
they
were
half-frozen
and
all
but
drowned
by
the
time
they
were
dragged
out
.
The
usual
fire
was
necessary
to
save
them
.
They
were
coated
solidly
with
ice
,
and
the
two
men
kept
them
on
the
run
around
the
fire
,
sweating
and
thawing
,
so
close
that
they
were
singed
by
the
flames
.
At
another
time
Spitz
went
through
,
dragging
the
whole
team
after
him
up
to
Buck
,
who
strained
backward
with
all
his
strength
,
his
fore
paws
on
the
slippery
edge
and
the
ice
quivering
and
snapping
all
around
.
But
behind
him
was
Dave
,
likewise
straining
backward
,
and
behind
the
sled
was
Francois
,
pulling
till
his
tendons
cracked
.
Again
,
the
rim
ice
broke
away
before
and
behind
,
and
there
was
no
escape
except
up
the
cliff
.
Perrault
scaled
it
by
a
miracle
,
while
Francois
prayed
for
just
that
miracle
;
and
with
every
thong
and
sled
lashing
and
the
last
bit
of
harness
rove
into
a
long
rope
,
the
dogs
were
hoisted
,
one
by
one
,
to
the
cliff
crest
.
Francois
came
up
last
,
after
the
sled
and
load
.
Then
came
the
search
for
a
place
to
descend
,
which
descent
was
ultimately
made
by
the
aid
of
the
rope
,
and
night
found
them
back
on
the
river
with
a
quarter
of
a
mile
to
the
day
's
credit
.
