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‘Nope; Sal died ‘fore any come. Thet’s why I’m here.’ Belden abstractedly began to light his pipe, which had failed to go out, and then brightened up with, ‘How ’bout yerself, stranger–married man?’ For reply, he opened his watch, slipped it from the thong which served for a chain, and passed it over. Belden picked up the slush lamp, surveyed the inside of the case critically, and, swearing admiringly to himself, handed it over to Louis Savoy. With numerous ‘By gars!’ he finally surrendered it to Prince, and they noticed that his hands trembled and his eyes took on a peculiar softness. And so it passed from horny hand to horny hand–the pasted photograph of a woman, the clinging kind that such men fancy, with a babe at the breast. Those who had not yet seen the wonder were keen with curiosity; those who had became silent and retrospective. They could face the pinch of famine, the grip of scurvy, or the quick death by field or flood; but the pictured semblance of a stranger woman and child made women and children of them all.

‘Never have seen the youngster yet–he’s a boy, she says, and two years old,’ said the stranger as he received the treasure back. A lingering moment he gazed upon it, then snapped the case and turned away, but not quick enough to hide the restrained rush of tears. Malemute Kid led him to a bunk and bade him turn in.

‘Call me at four sharp. Don’t fail me,’ were his last words, and a moment later he was breathing in the heaviness of exhausted sleep.

‘By Jove! He’s a plucky chap,’ commented Prince. ‘Three hours’ sleep after seventy-five miles with the dogs, and then the trail again. Who is he, Kid?’ ‘Jack Westondale. Been in going on three years, with nothing but the name of working like a horse, and any amount of bad luck to his credit. I never knew him, but Sitka Charley told me about him.’ ‘It seems hard that a man with a sweet young wife like his should be putting in his years in this Godforsaken hole, where every year counts two on the outside.’ ‘The trouble with him is clean grit and stubbornness. He’s cleaned up twice with a stake, but lost it both times.’ Here the conversation was broken off by an uproar from Bettles, for the effect had begun to wear away. And soon the bleak years of monotonous grub and deadening toil were being forgotten in rough merriment. Malemute Kid alone seemed unable to lose himself, and cast many an anxious look at his watch. Once he put on his mittens and beaver-skin cap, and, leaving the cabin, fell to rummaging about in the cache.

Nor could he wait the hour designated; for he was fifteen minutes ahead of time in rousing his guest. The young giant had stiffened badly, and brisk rubbing was necessary to bring him to his feet. He tottered painfully out of the cabin, to find his dogs harnessed and everything ready for the start. The company wished him good luck and a short chase, while Father Roubeau, hurriedly blessing him, led the stampede for the cabin; and small wonder, for it is not good to face seventy-four degrees below zero with naked ears and hands.

Malemute Kid saw him to the main trail, and there, gripping his hand heartily, gave him advice.

‘You’ll find a hundred pounds of salmon eggs on the sled,’ he said. ‘The dogs will go as far on that as with one hundred and fifty of fish, and you can’t get dog food at Pelly, as you probably expected.’ The stranger started, and his eyes flashed, but he did not interrupt. ‘You can’t get an ounce of food for dog or man till you reach Five Fingers, and that’s a stiff two hundred miles. Watch out for open water on the Thirty Mile River, and be sure you take the big cutoff above Le Barge.’ ‘How did you know it? Surely the news can’t be ahead of me already?’ ‘I don’t know it; and what’s more, I don’t want to know it. But you never owned that team you’re chasing. Sitka Charley sold it to them last spring. But he sized you up to me as square once, and I believe him. I’ve seen your face; I like it. And I’ve seen–why, damn you, hit the high places for salt water and that wife of yours, and–‘ Here the Kid unmittened and jerked out his sack.