The silent places : [a story] . ould not differentiate it fromthe surface on either side, he looked up. The visibleworld was white and smooth and level. No faintesttrace of the Trail remained. East, west, north,south, lay uniformity. The Indian had disap-peared utterly from the face of the earth. The storm lightened and faint streaks of lightshot through the clouds. Well, lets be moving, said Sam. Moving where? demanded Dick, bitterly. But the old man led forward the hound. Remember the lake where we lost the track ofthat Chippewa. he inquired. Well, a foot oflight snow is nothing. Mush on, Ma
The silent places : [a story] . ould not differentiate it fromthe surface on either side, he looked up. The visibleworld was white and smooth and level. No faintesttrace of the Trail remained. East, west, north,south, lay uniformity. The Indian had disap-peared utterly from the face of the earth. The storm lightened and faint streaks of lightshot through the clouds. Well, lets be moving, said Sam. Moving where? demanded Dick, bitterly. But the old man led forward the hound. Remember the lake where we lost the track ofthat Chippewa. he inquired. Well, a foot oflight snow is nothing. Mush on, Mack! The hound sniffed deep, filling his nostrils withthe feather snow, which promptly he sneezed he swung off easily on his little dog-trot, neverat fault, never hesitant, picking up the turns andtwistings of the Indians newer purpose as surelyas a mind-reader the concealed pin. For Jingoss had been awaiting eagerly this fallof snow, as this immediate change of directionshowed. He was sure that now they could no longer. 1: ^;^,v,.v,...,.! The hound sniiFed deep, filling his nostrils with thefeather snow CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX 259 follow him. It was for this he had lured them far-ther and farther into the wilderness, waiting forthe great enemy of them aU to cover his track, tothrow across his vanishing figure her ultimate denialof their purposes. At once, convinced of his safety,he turned to the west and southwest. At just what moment he discovered that he wasstiU followed it was impossible to determine. Butvery shortly a certain indecision could be read in thesigns of his journeying. He turned to the south,changed his mind, doubled on his tracks like a rab-bit, finally, his purpose decided, he shot away onthe direct line again for the frozen reaches of deso-lation in the north. The moments flicker of encouragement lightedby the success of the dog, fell again to blackness asthe three faced further incursion into the land ofstarvation. They had allowed themselves for a mo-me
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