a little further on. The balance of opinion in the
camp was against this view. But he had Potts on his side. When the New
Year opened, the trail was in capital condition. On the second of
January two lots of Indians passed, one with dogs hauling flour and
bacon for Benham, and the other lot without dogs, dragging light
hand-sleds. Potts said restlessly:
"After all, _they_ can do it."
"So can we if we've a mind to," said Mac.
"Come on, then."
The camp tried hard to dissuade them. Naturally neither listened. They
packed the Boy's sled and set off on the morning of the third, to
Kaviak's unbounded surprise and disgust, his view of life being that,
wherever Mac went, he was bound to follow. And he did follow--made off
as hard as his swift little feet could carry him, straight up the Yukon
trail, and Farva lost a good half of that first morning bringing him
home.
Just eight days later the two men walked into the Cabin and sat
down--Potts with a heart-rending groan, Mac with his jaw almost
dislocated in his cast-iron attempt to set his face against defeat;
their lips were cracked with the cold, their faces raw from frostbite,
their eyes inflamed. The weather--they called it the weather--had been
too much for them. It was obvious they hadn't brought back any dogs,
but--
"What did you think of Anvik?" says the Boy.
"Anvik? You don't suppose we got to Anvik in weather like this!"
"How far _did_ you get?"
Mac didn't answer. Potts only groaned. He had frozen his cheek and his
right hand.
They were doctored and put to bed.
"Did you see my friends at Holy Cross?" the Boy asked Potts when he
brought him a bowl of hot bean-soup.
"You don't suppose we got as far as Holy Cross, with the wind--"
"Well, where _did_ you get to? Where you been?"
"Second native village above."
"Why, that isn't more'n sixteen miles."
"Sixteen miles too far."
Potts breathed long and deep between hot and comforting swallows.
"Where's the Boy's sled?" said the Colonel, coming in hurriedly.
"We cached it," answered Potts feebly.
"Couldn't even bring his sled home! _Where've_ you cached it?"
"It's all right--only a few miles back."
Potts relinquished the empty soup-bowl, and closed his eyes.
* * * * *
When he opened them again late in the evening it was to say:
"Found some o' those suckers who were goin' so slick to Minook; some o'
_them_ down at the second village, and the re
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