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Highly
as
the
dog-driver
had
forevalued
Buck
,
with
his
two
devils
,
he
found
,
while
the
day
was
yet
young
,
that
he
had
undervalued
.
At
a
bound
Buck
took
up
the
duties
of
leadership
;
and
where
judgment
was
required
,
and
quick
thinking
and
quick
acting
,
he
showed
himself
the
superior
even
of
Spitz
,
of
whom
Francois
had
never
seen
an
equal
.
But
it
was
in
giving
the
law
and
making
his
mates
live
up
to
it
,
that
Buck
excelled
.
Dave
and
Sol-leks
did
not
mind
the
change
in
leadership
.
It
was
none
of
their
business
.
Their
business
was
to
toil
,
and
toil
mightily
,
in
the
traces
.
So
long
as
that
were
not
interfered
with
,
they
did
not
care
what
happened
.
Billee
,
the
good-natured
,
could
lead
for
all
they
cared
,
so
long
as
he
kept
order
.
The
rest
of
the
team
,
however
,
had
grown
unruly
during
the
last
days
of
Spitz
,
and
their
surprise
was
great
now
that
Buck
proceeded
to
lick
them
into
shape
.
Pike
,
who
pulled
at
Buck
's
heels
,
and
who
never
put
an
ounce
more
of
his
weight
against
the
breast-band
than
he
was
compelled
to
do
,
was
swiftly
and
repeatedly
shaken
for
loafing
;
and
ere
the
first
day
was
done
he
was
pulling
more
than
ever
before
in
his
life
.
The
first
night
in
camp
,
Joe
,
the
sour
one
,
was
punished
roundly
--
a
thing
that
Spitz
had
never
succeeded
in
doing
.
Buck
simply
smothered
him
by
virtue
of
superior
weight
,
and
cut
him
up
till
he
ceased
snapping
and
began
to
whine
for
mercy
.
The
general
tone
of
the
team
picked
up
immediately
.
It
recovered
its
old-time
solidarity
,
and
once
more
the
dogs
leaped
as
one
dog
in
the
traces
.
At
the
Rink
Rapids
two
native
huskies
,
Teek
and
Koona
,
were
added
;
and
the
celerity
with
which
Buck
broke
them
in
took
away
Francois
's
breath
.
"
Nevaire
such
a
dog
as
dat
Buck
!
"
he
cried
.
"
No
,
nevaire
!
Heem
worth
one
t
'
ousan
'
dollair
,
by
Gar
!
Eh
?
Wot
you
say
,
Perrault
?
"
And
Perrault
nodded
.
He
was
ahead
of
the
record
then
,
and
gaining
day
by
day
.
The
trail
was
in
excellent
condition
,
well
packed
and
hard
,
and
there
was
no
new-fallen
snow
with
which
to
contend
.
It
was
not
too
cold
.
The
temperature
dropped
to
fifty
below
zero
and
remained
there
the
whole
trip
.
The
men
rode
and
ran
by
turn
,
and
the
dogs
were
kept
on
the
jump
,
with
but
infrequent
stoppages
.
The
Thirty
Mile
River
was
comparatively
coated
with
ice
,
and
they
covered
in
one
day
going
out
what
had
taken
them
ten
days
coming
in
.
In
one
run
they
made
a
sixty-mile
dash
from
the
foot
of
Lake
Le
Barge
to
the
White
Horse
Rapids
.
Across
Marsh
,
Tagish
,
and
Bennett
(
seventy
miles
of
lakes
)
,
they
flew
so
fast
that
the
man
whose
turn
it
was
to
run
towed
behind
the
sled
at
the
end
of
a
rope
.
And
on
the
last
night
of
the
second
week
they
topped
White
Pass
and
dropped
down
the
sea
slope
with
the
lights
of
Skaguay
and
of
the
shipping
at
their
feet
.
It
was
a
record
run
.
Each
day
for
fourteen
days
they
had
averaged
forty
miles
.
For
three
days
Perrault
and
Francois
threw
chests
up
and
down
the
main
street
of
Skaguay
and
were
deluged
with
invitations
to
drink
,
while
the
team
was
the
constant
centre
of
a
worshipful
crowd
of
dog-busters
and
mushers
.
Then
three
or
four
western
bad
men
aspired
to
clean
out
the
town
,
were
riddled
like
pepper-boxes
for
their
pains
,
and
public
interest
turned
to
other
idols
.
Next
came
official
orders
.
Francois
called
Buck
to
him
,
threw
his
arms
around
him
,
wept
over
him
.
And
that
was
the
last
of
Francois
and
Perrault
.
Like
other
men
,
they
passed
out
of
Buck
's
life
for
good
.
A
Scotch
half-breed
took
charge
of
him
and
his
mates
,
and
in
company
with
a
dozen
other
dog-teams
he
started
back
over
the
weary
trail
to
Dawson
.
