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Show THE LEHI SUN. LEHI. UTAH I mm Mm CHAPTER XV-Contlnued Hoe! pointed to the rugged Un-J!2 Un-J!2 panting on the trail. still in lL pink of condition, their coats Znmerto with vitality. "Look at deml Dey are good as Wen we ,tart' Dat ees from plentee grub. Een 'free four day. dey show McQueen Mc-Queen how dey can travel." But that day the sun set In a leaden lead-en sky and, later, the warning of the ringed moon flicked the men with fear. In the night they were waked by the roar of the "drifter" that drove across barrens and river valley burying their camp in snow. When they rolled out of their drifted ,ieeping-bags, the fire was out and four white mounds marked the spots where the dogs slept, and from which they burst, when called, in .jhowers of snow, as a salmon leaps torn water. "Today we gain on you, McQueen!" Mc-Queen!" cried Alan, starting his dogs. "Today, you won't travel with your tired dogs, but old Rough and the pups'll show you what bone and beef 11 do through the drifts 1 Marche, boys!" Steadily, hour after hour, with the white slant of the norther on their backs the snow-sheathed Ungavas plodded up the river ice. In places the boys broke trail ahead of the team through drifts heaped shoulder shoul-der high by the wind, but most of the river ice was brushed clear of snow as if swept by giant brooms. Later, the treacherous ice over strong rapids drove them ashore over tumbled boulders, up steep banks, to buck and flounder through the drifts, and the heavy sled cruelly cru-elly sapped the strength of men and dogs. Lashed to the bow by thongs Alan and Noel strained and pulled with the willing Ungavas as they fought with their load, until exhaustion ex-haustion forced them to camp. Through the night the "drifter" pounded the valley. In the gloom of the bitter dawn, two lean-faced, tightly belted men again hitched the dogs and started into the snow smoke. With hii exhausted dogs McQueen would never wallow through the shifting drifts which blocked the portages. He would wait and rest his team, thinking the men behind would do the same, until the wind blew itself out Here was the chance to gain on the sled ahead with his stronger huskies and Alan made the most of it. On' through the short day he mercilessly drove himself and his team, trotting over the good going of the swept river ice and lifting and hauling at the heavy sled up over the boulder-piled boulder-piled shores where the river was still open or the ice dangerous. Blinded by snow constantly masking their tortured faces, bucking the deep drifts of the portages, panting pant-ing men and dogs pushed on and on until the black night fell like a tent and drove them to shelter. At dawn the wind had blown itself it-self out and the snow stopped. Stiff to every muscle from the long strain, Alan dragged himself out of his sleeping bag, the pinched face in his hood black from frostbite and his Hps cracked from the two days to the stinging wind and snow. "How far do you guess we traveled trav-eled in that drifter, Noel?" he asked the Indian who limped as he brought wood for the fire. "Eet was all gain! McQueen ne-vaire ne-vaire move. We travel t'irty forty mile for sure. Oh-oh!" groaned No-l No-l topping the wood to rub a leg. "I got de mal-racquette!" 'J stifl as a spruce stick, myself, my-self, ' replied the other. "Wrenched "V shoulder with all that lifting! Let's have a look at the dogs! Here, Rough, Shot!" Slowly the dogs responded to the "Us of their master. One after an-otter an-otter they broke from their snow blankets to shake themselves but !? bodies of the Ungavas were. w aH but blood and thews and wne and, along with the men, y had paid the penalty of the two aays battle with the drifts and the Tl 8 aVery 01 the riv" shores. Shot, who had never faltered hi ?, ed for m last of Zt TIXK Umped aroul with a Ror,0 d,lh0Ulder- ne ft-sore jogue and Powder, growing thinner S y' h0bbled on stiff legs. Jeran Rough, lean as a tyL, 6d above his ba. but gavas tak6n its toU the Un- eEotetPreUy Sti2 Noel but Alan. E on-on!" insisted backs SinH d0gS n toeir K1 exlm mJthe alr- whiIe he and Sthed tteir shassy bodi. fc;es, and 1 T01" like wire -A ttack, aeTvhed their Paws r vj, t? W0Uld CdpDle them-tt them-tt ttorm , m ,y0Ung snow le" by nv. ii ed Pushed on P the SOii led b, L US "ippled team- and t T With tightened pacid face? iVy6S their toa es' fce fire of despera- ralTh" Wh0 was i the 61 hand, stopping the THE RIVER of -ftp 0 PENN PUBLISHING CO. team, then pointed to the shore ahead. The two men tore their rifles ri-fles from their cases. "Fresh trail, made this morning!" said Alan. "But that can't be McQueen. Mc-Queen. He's a day ahead of us yet, if he never moved in the blow. Let's have a look at it!" They started the team and soon reached the toboggan trail which led down from the spruce through the alders and over the heaped shore snow to the river ice. Back tracking to shore, the two men stared in amazement at the bear-paw, bear-paw, snowshoe prints in the new snow; then gazed .into each other's startled eyes. "Naskapi!" "By garl Dat ees bad veree bad!" "If they're headed up river far, they're going to strike his trail where he started in the young snow after the drifter! They'll follow him and sneak on his camp!" Cameron's frost-burned face grayed. "Mabee dey not hold to de riviere." riv-iere." "They will and we've got to overhaul over-haul them, Noel travel all night! If the Naskapi get her, my God! It's too horrible! We've got to reach her, Noel", if we kill ourselves and the dogs!" On went the stiff and foot-sore Ungavas Un-gavas at their master's urging. But, when the early dusk fell, it was evident evi-dent that the Indians were traveling fast with a light sled. Stopping for an hour to rest the dogs and boil the kettle, Alan pushed on under the freezing moon that hung above the tundra, tortured with the thought of the despairing girl who waited. But the trail of the sled ahead did not swing to the shore to a camp ground but continued on over the white shell of the river ice. s "They're traveling too fast for us!" Alan admitted, at midnight, wiping the frost from his face and the wolf-hair rim of his hood. "They had hours start this morning and must have five or six dogs and a light sled. Stiff as we are, we must have come forty or fifty miles, today." to-day." The disheartened Noel nodded his hood in agreement. It looked hopeless. hope-less. They could never reach the Naskapi in time. "Dey have run dere dog all day. Dey mus' know McQueen ees ahead by de way dey travel. Our dog got to have rest. We all make beeg feed now and sleep. Tomorrow we travel hard." "But we've got to reach them, quick!" "Dey are long piece from McQueen, Mc-Queen, yet, w'ere dey camp tonight. We reach dere camp early tomorrow, tomor-row, you see," urged the Montag-nais. Montag-nais. So, against his will, but knowing he must rest his dogs, Alan agreed to camp. Starting later, in the murk of the bitterest part of the night, the hour before dawn, they reached the camp of the Naskapi. But they had gone. The sleep-holes showed they had six dogs and the trail in the new snow of the shore proved that their sled was light But the tough Ungavas with the heavier load had gained. Later, white foxes on the ice faded to the shore at the approach of the team. There the bones and hair of two huskies told the grim story. "McQueen's down to three dogs, now! He's licked, Noel! But the Indians In-dians know, now, that a dog-team's ahead of them." McQueen was killing his dogs but that meant, also, that the trailing Indians would soon overtake him. The Ungavas were working out of their stiffness. At noon they reached McQueen's blizzard camp, for they found his trail in the new snow leading lead-ing out from the shore. Desperate for word from the girl who could not now be more than thirty or forty miles away, Alan searched the drifted drift-ed camp-site. The ashes of the fire lay in the large snow-hole bedded with spruce boughs, over which had been spread a tent supported by spruce logs. The marks of moccasins mocca-sins were everywhere in the young snow and after a careful inspection inspec-tion Noel said: "Onlee free w'ite man, here! No Indian! De Naskapi nevaire step out ov dere snowshoe but jes' look and start hard up riviere. riv-iere. Dey are aftair McQueen!" "That means that McQueen brought but one Montagnais to the Koksoak and we left him on the River of Skulls." "Ah-hah! But look. Alan! Some-f Some-f ing undair de snow ovair dere!" Alan, who had been searching everywhere ev-erywhere for a message from Heather, looked in the direction Noel pointed. Near the camp in the spruce was a suspicious looking mound of snow. Cameron suddenly sickened with dread. Could that mound of snow hold all that life held dear to him? Had McQueen left her there while he made for the coast with the gold? "See what it is!" ordered Alan, brokenly. Turning from his friend, he walked slowly to the shore where the team lay resting on the ice. Rough lifted his massive head and his tail brushed the snow in greeting. greet-ing. Kneeling beside his dog. Alan pressed his frost-blackened face against the skull of the husky. George Marsh "If it Is if she's there Rough," he groaned, "what's left for you and me? She loved us both, Roughy loved us both!" Two great tears stood on the wind-burned cheeks of the man, who held the lead-dog's head in his arms, and froze, as he waited, hardly breathing, for Noel's voice. "Alan! Come ere!" cried Noel. Noel stood waving his arms in manifest excitement The dread which chilled the heart of the man on the ice vanished like river mist before the sun as he leaped to his feet and ran to the camp. "Trudeau!" said Noel, standing beside the frozen body he had uncovered. un-covered. "Shot tru de head!" Alan bent over the grimacing face of the dead man sprayed with powder pow-der burns, to study the bullet hole in the forehead. Then he turned quizzically to his friend. "You don't shoot a man in the forehead with a rifle at close quarters, quar-ters, you shoot him in the body. This was a pistol bullet and smaller than a 45. McQueen and Slade carried 45s!" "She" Noel stared into the guttering gut-tering gray eyes of the other. "Yes," said Alan, "she has had to use her gun!" Through the day the team put the miles of spruce shores behind, urged on by the grim faced men who ran with them. With his three tired "Fresh trail made this morning," morn-ing," said Alan. dogs McQueen was coming back, coming back to the Ungavas who were mo vine faster and faster, led by the iron Rough with his pacing gait that ate up the miles. But while McQueen faltered, the Naskapi Nas-kapi were gaining as well as the team in the rear. It might be that night that the Indians would overtake over-take the two men and the girl ahead. The thought drove Alan on and on through the day until the heads of the dogs slowly dropped and their tongues swung to and fro from open jaws, while their tails brushed the snow. But the man who urged them on shared the punishment pun-ishment with the dogs he loved. At last, when the muzzle of the black lead-dog who had paced and run through the day as if his stamina stam-ina knew no end, sagged lower and lower and Powder and Rogue began be-gan to falter while the game Shot, with his hurt shoulder, stumbled on, reeling in his traces, Alan called a halt Exhausted men and dogs sprawled on the trail while the ice froze to the panting huskies' slavering slav-ering flews. They had given their all and it was not enough. Still, there was no camp that night while unspeakable unspeak-able misery menaced the girl who waited for their coming. When dogs and men had rested, Alan tossed a huge bag of frozen salmon into the snow and started again on his hopeless quest. As they traveled, but one thought burned in his brain: "We must reach them tonight! to-night! Tomorrow will be too late!" The sun went out in the southwest and the spruce of the river shores went black with dusk. The slowly moving team was approaching a bushy point where the river made a sharp turn. Beyond rifle shot from the point Noel entered the spruce with his gun to reconnoitre while Alan waited with the team, for they were taking no chances of being be-ing surprised. Presently Noel appeared at the point and waved the team on. Rounding the bend with the dogs, Alan gaped at the river trail, ahead. He drove the team to the spot where Noel stood staring at two stiffened shapes that lay shot beside be-side an empty sled. "The Naskapi!" Alan gazed in stunned amazement at the bodies on the ice. "He was expecting us, Noel, No-el, and ambushed them, instead!" "But now he have more dog!" lamented la-mented Noel "He's got nine dogs and the fish and meat the Indians carried. He's laughing at us tonight Noel! He thinks he'll run away, now, with the fresh dogs!"- Noel only groaned. IT ITT I 0 HV UJUJLO WNU SERVICE "How far are we from the head of the river? I remember this country. coun-try. It can't be more than three days to the lake." The Indian nodded. "All right we camp here," rasped the white man whose eyes glittered in his gaunt face with the fire that would burn to the end. Eight hours later, with the team rested, two men, with sunken eyes in faces bitter with grim resolve, started in the gloom with barely enough dog food to reach the cache at the headwaters. The rest was abandoned. "Today, we'll reach her, Rough!" said Alan, lashing his belt about his lean waist But in his heart he knew that his dogs were fast reaching the bottom of their stamina. The four huskies, lean as timber wolves, started stiffly with the light sled. They had not traveled far through the dusk of the river valley when they passed the frozen effigies of what had been two dogs, driven until they died in harness, and then cut loose. At daylight they reached McQueen's camp of the night before. be-fore. And there in a bush was a message. It read: "Trouble over gold. Dogs weak. Come quick! H." Desperate with the realization that he must reach her at once, if he hoped to save her reach her before be-fore the madmen, ahead, destroyed each other and her, Alan went to his team. "We're going to see Heather, soon, boys!" he said, dropping his mittens to stroke the massive heads. "She's only a few miles away. There're seven dogs ahead of us, but we're going to run them off their feet. They haven't got Ungava hearts in their chests and Ungava bone in their legs. We're going to run and run and run with the light sled until we find her!" Then Alan said to the black lead-dog: lead-dog: "It's going to be all we've got left, Rough you and I. All day and into the night all we've got left for Heather! Then there'll be no more! Marche!" Far in the southeast the sun lifted on their last long day, for dogs and men were near the end. The lon'g, up-hill, Koksoak trail with its cruel odds against the Ungavas was conquering con-quering at last. The iron bodies and stout hearts in the shaggy chests were giving their all. ' Soon, like the dogs they had passed on the trail, they, too, would reach their last mile; soon, the legs of the half-crazed half-crazed man who urged them on would crumple under him on the ice. And yet men and dogs held to the trail. Cautiously the two men watched the bends in the river, sweeping the snow far in advance with the glasses to look for a sudden angling of the sled tracks to the shore which might mean an ambush. Then, in the afternoon, aft-ernoon, to their astonishment they found the bodies of three dogs abandoned aban-doned on the trail. "Noel, we've got them! 'We've got them, now!" Cameron cried exultantly, exult-antly, hugging the Indian, then the lead-dog. "It's four dogs to four! The Ungavas win!" "Dey are done!" panted the grinning grin-ning Indian, whose swart skin sank in hollows beneath his high cheekbones. cheek-bones. "We see dem soon!" Through the early dusk, like famished fam-ished wolves close to ' their kill, marched four dogs, tails down, tongues lolling, following two stiff-legged stiff-legged men, belts pinching gaunt waists, who often stumbled as they walked, only to catch themselves and go on, their numbed legs shifting shift-ing woodenly back and forth. The stars lit the river ice. The spruce went indigo black and still, like six avenging furies, four wolf-lean wolf-lean dogs, and two men with eyes glittering with the light of victory, crawled wearily on. Then, as they turned a bend, Noel cried: "Look! Eet ees ovair! De firelight fire-light on de spruce!" Ahead, in the blackness of the scrub, was the glow of a fire! It seemed to Alan as if his heart would burst. She was there, there by that fire Heather! They had reached her at last! His brain went giddy with joy. It couldn't be true! They had reached Heather! He turned and threw his arms about Noel's shoulders, while his knees shook with his weakness. "We've got her, Noel! We've got her!" he sobbed. "John! John! We've got Heather!" Their plans were quickly made. They moved into the timber and, throwing a salmon to each of the exhausted dogs, made them fast with wire leashes which they could neither chew nor break. While they rested, for the swift shooting that was coming would call for steady nerves, they wound rawhide around the inside length of the bows of their showshoes to muffle any possible click. Then Alan slung McCord'i shoulder holster, with the automatic, automat-ic, to his belt and, taking their rifles, the two men began the stalk of McQueen's Mc-Queen's camp from the timber in the rear. 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