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But
it
was
Dave
who
suffered
most
of
all
.
Something
had
gone
wrong
with
him
.
He
became
more
morose
and
irritable
,
and
when
camp
was
pitched
at
once
made
his
nest
,
where
his
driver
fed
him
.
Once
out
of
the
harness
and
down
,
he
did
not
get
on
his
feet
again
till
harness-up
time
in
the
morning
.
Sometimes
,
in
the
traces
,
when
jerked
by
a
sudden
stoppage
of
the
sled
,
or
by
straining
to
start
it
,
he
would
cry
out
with
pain
.
The
driver
examined
him
,
but
could
find
nothing
.
All
the
drivers
became
interested
in
his
case
.
They
talked
it
over
at
meal-time
,
and
over
their
last
pipes
before
going
to
bed
,
and
one
night
they
held
a
consultation
.
He
was
brought
from
his
nest
to
the
fire
and
was
pressed
and
prodded
till
he
cried
out
many
times
.
Something
was
wrong
inside
,
but
they
could
locate
no
broken
bones
,
could
not
make
it
out
.
By
the
time
Cassiar
Bar
was
reached
,
he
was
so
weak
that
he
was
falling
repeatedly
in
the
traces
.
The
Scotch
half-breed
called
a
halt
and
took
him
out
of
the
team
,
making
the
next
dog
,
Sol-leks
,
fast
to
the
sled
.
His
intention
was
to
rest
Dave
,
letting
him
run
free
behind
the
sled
.
Sick
as
he
was
,
Dave
resented
being
taken
out
,
grunting
and
growling
while
the
traces
were
unfastened
,
and
whimpering
broken-heartedly
when
he
saw
Sol-leks
in
the
position
he
had
held
and
served
so
long
.
For
the
pride
of
trace
and
trail
was
his
,
and
,
sick
unto
death
,
he
could
not
bear
that
another
dog
should
do
his
work
.
When
the
sled
started
,
he
floundered
in
the
soft
snow
alongside
the
beaten
trail
,
attacking
Sol-leks
with
his
teeth
,
rushing
against
him
and
trying
to
thrust
him
off
into
the
soft
snow
on
the
other
side
,
striving
to
leap
inside
his
traces
and
get
between
him
and
the
sled
,
and
all
the
while
whining
and
yelping
and
crying
with
grief
and
pain
.
The
half-breed
tried
to
drive
him
away
with
the
whip
;
but
he
paid
no
heed
to
the
stinging
lash
,
and
the
man
had
not
the
heart
to
strike
harder
.
Dave
refused
to
run
quietly
on
the
trail
behind
the
sled
,
where
the
going
was
easy
,
but
continued
to
flounder
alongside
in
the
soft
snow
,
where
the
going
was
most
difficult
,
till
exhausted
.
Then
he
fell
,
and
lay
where
he
fell
,
howling
lugubriously
as
the
long
train
of
sleds
churned
by
.
With
the
last
remnant
of
his
strength
he
managed
to
stagger
along
behind
till
the
train
made
another
stop
,
when
he
floundered
past
the
sleds
to
his
own
,
where
he
stood
alongside
Sol-leks
.
His
driver
lingered
a
moment
to
get
a
light
for
his
pipe
from
the
man
behind
.
Then
he
returned
and
started
his
dogs
.
They
swung
out
on
the
trail
with
remarkable
lack
of
exertion
,
turned
their
heads
uneasily
,
and
stopped
in
surprise
.
The
driver
was
surprised
,
too
;
the
sled
had
not
moved
.
He
called
his
comrades
to
witness
the
sight
.
Dave
had
bitten
through
both
of
Sol-leks
's
traces
,
and
was
standing
directly
in
front
of
the
sled
in
his
proper
place
.
He
pleaded
with
his
eyes
to
remain
there
.
The
driver
was
perplexed
.
His
comrades
talked
of
how
a
dog
could
break
its
heart
through
being
denied
the
work
that
killed
it
,
and
recalled
instances
they
had
known
,
where
dogs
,
too
old
for
the
toil
,
or
injured
,
had
died
because
they
were
cut
out
of
the
traces
.
Also
,
they
held
it
a
mercy
,
since
Dave
was
to
die
anyway
,
that
he
should
die
in
the
traces
,
heart-easy
and
content
.
So
he
was
harnessed
in
again
,
and
proudly
he
pulled
as
of
old
,
though
more
than
once
he
cried
out
involuntarily
from
the
bite
of
his
inward
hurt
.
Several
times
he
fell
down
and
was
dragged
in
the
traces
,
and
once
the
sled
ran
upon
him
so
that
he
limped
thereafter
in
one
of
his
hind
legs
.
But
he
held
out
till
camp
was
reached
,
when
his
driver
made
a
place
for
him
by
the
fire
.
Morning
found
him
too
weak
to
travel
.
At
harness-up
time
he
tried
to
crawl
to
his
driver
.
By
convulsive
efforts
he
got
on
his
feet
,
staggered
,
and
fell
.
Then
he
wormed
his
way
forward
slowly
toward
where
the
harnesses
were
being
put
on
his
mates
.
He
would
advance
his
fore
legs
and
drag
up
his
body
with
a
sort
of
hitching
movement
,
when
he
would
advance
his
fore
legs
and
hitch
ahead
again
for
a
few
more
inches
.
His
strength
left
him
,
and
the
last
his
mates
saw
of
him
he
lay
gasping
in
the
snow
and
yearning
toward
them
.
But
they
could
hear
him
mournfully
howling
till
they
passed
out
of
sight
behind
a
belt
of
river
timber
.
Here
the
train
was
halted
.
The
Scotch
half-breed
slowly
retraced
his
steps
to
the
camp
they
had
left
.
The
men
ceased
talking
.
A
revolver-shot
rang
out
.
The
man
came
back
hurriedly
.
The
whips
snapped
,
the
bells
tinkled
merrily
,
the
sleds
churned
along
the
trail
;
but
Buck
knew
,
and
every
dog
knew
,
what
had
taken
place
behind
the
belt
of
river
trees
.
