cumbersome appearance, owing
to the double rims, which were tired with barrel-staves cut in two and
mailed crosswise to prevent sinking into the sand. The top of the cart
was a platform eight feet long and four wide, with two handles
projecting at each end. Rising from its middle was a mast for which
Kayak Bill rigged up a sail from a tarpaulin.

Boreland stood off and regarded the finished child of his brain.
Beside him Kayak eyed it for some minutes in admiring silence.

"By--hell!" he drawled at last. "Sired by a whisky barrel, spawned by
a stretcher, and a throw-back to a Chinese sampan!"

Boreland laughed. "I got my idea for this little beauty from something
I read once about the sailing wheelbarrows used by farmers in the
interior of China, Bill! I'll bet you, with a fair wind, we can make
all of five miles an hour with her on the beach!"

The cart exceeded even its builder's expectations. Steered to the West
Camp the next afternoon it was loaded with provisions and the sail
hoisted. With Harlan between the two front handles and Boreland at the
rear, the odd vehicle was headed toward home. The sail, twice as large
as the cart, strained at the mast from the force of the wind behind it,
and to the men between the handles, the load seemed hardly to matter at
all. Bare-footed, with trousers rolled up to their knees as in boyhood
days, the two men found it a new and distinctly pleasant sensation to
be swept along thus before wind. In a few minutes Kayak Bill, smoking
placidly before the provision tent, was left far behind.

Remembering the back-breaking loads he had carried to the cabin, Harlan
grinned back at the bellying sail behind him as he sped along.

"This is child's play, Boreland!" he shouted to his partner. "The
problem of transportation is solved; for if there's one thing we never
lack on Kon Klayu, it's wind!"

And so it came about that, thanks to the nautical cart, which though
the subject of much jesting, did the work, a month from the time of
landing found all that remained of the adventurers' outfit transferred
to the cabin. Not once during this time was the bear seen in the
vicinity of the cache, though sometimes fresh tracks appeared on the
margin of the little lake--now christened Bear Paw Lake--where Loll had
discovered them.

With the boards taken from the tumble-down shack an extra shed had been
built near the cabin, and the porch repaired and strengthened. Harlan
found time