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"It's new to me," muttered Shag; "and it will also give cover to one's enemies; one must be very cautious in the Northland, I think." Then the two Outcasts slept together on the border of the North fairyland to which the Dog-Wolf was leading Shag the Bull.
From the moment he left the tent to when he entered it again, Buck would follow at his heels. His transient masters since he had come into the Northland had bred in him a fear that no master could be permanent. He was afraid that Thornton would pass out of his life as Perrault and Francois and the Scotch half-breed had passed out. Even in the night, in his dreams, he was haunted by this fear.
Then in a moment came a repetition. "Fancy. John Kars!" North, south, east, west. There was, perhaps, no better known name in the wide northern wilderness than that of John Kars. In his buoyant way he claimed for himself, at thirty-two, that he was the "oldest inhabitant" of the northland. Nor was he without some justification.
He had heard of the nature of the Arabs who penetrate thus far to the South, and what he had heard had convinced him that a snake or a panther would as quickly befriend him as one of these villainous renegades from the Northland. When Abdul Kamak had passed out of sight toward the North Baynes resumed his weary march.
"The Vikings had no such easy way as this of getting from Lake Mälar out into the Baltic Sea," said Lieutenant Ekman, coming up to find the children, and helping himself generously to the kringlor. Gerda looked at the gnarled and sturdy oaks that lined the banks of the canal like watchful sentinels. "The Vikings must have loved the lakes and bays of the Northland," she said.
Through the heated silence around us we could hear the hornets buzzing aloft under the smoke-stained eaves. There was no other sound in the July sunshine. The solemn tavern stared at us out of its injured eyes, and we three men of the Northland gazed back as solemnly, sobered once more to encounter the trail of the Red Beast so freshly printed here among the pleasant Westchester hills.
The would-be buyer a man pretty nearly as able as Jean himself in northland craft had only two hundred in cash; but possessed, besides, an invincible objection to owing or borrowing. "He's worth three hundred, all right," said the man who hailed from New England when he had seen Jan at work. "You bet," said Jean, laconically. "But I just haven't got the money, or he'd be my dog." Jean grinned.
On it he thrust the head of a dead horse, crying out: "I turn this dishonor against all the land-spirits of this land, that they may all stray bewildered and none of them find his home until they have driven King Erik and Queen Gunhild out of this land." This message of defiance he cut in runes the letters of the Northland into the pole, that all might read it, and then sailed back to Iceland.
A passionate enthusiasm was the outlet for this tide. A buoyant, fearless energy, a youthful pride in strenuous achievement. It was with these he faced the bitterness of the cruel Northland which he had grown to look upon like the Indians, who knew no better, as the whole setting of human life and all that was to be desired. He was a hunter and a man of the trail before all things.
'I'm sorry for you know Carmen. Leaving the girl crying softly over her man, Malemute Kid slipped into his parka and snowshoes, tucked his rifle under his arm, and crept away into the forest. He was no tyro in the stern sorrows of the Northland, but never had he faced so stiff a problem as this.
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