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Updated: June 8, 2025
They covered the twenty miles to the hilltop which overlooked Aleukan without making more than one short stop. By that time both the earth and her largest satellite, the moon, were shining brightly upon this little planet on which our friends had become marooned. "Hurrah!" cried Jack. "We are somewhere at last! Do you suppose those supplies got over from Coldfoot before that last eruption?"
The whites talked the situation over and finally the oil man made the Aleuts an offer through the captive. It was agreed that if the white men were allowed two sleds and two teams of good dogs, with provisions for the dogs to last a week, they would instantly set out on the trail of the departed traders, thus removing their fatal presence from the vicinity of Aleukan.
"More refugees from inland, eh?" exclaimed a rough but cordial seaman, who proved to be the captain's harpooner and boat-steerer. "We have some traders from Aleukan already with us." "Ah!" said Professor Henderson, "we have been looking for them. They have arrived in safety, then?" "But nearly frozen," said the boat-steerer. "And where are the people of Nigatuk?"
"Don't like what?" asked Andy Sudds, quickly. "There's always a slather of squaws and children around Aleukan. There are two white traders here, too one representing the Hudson Bay Company and the other working for the French Company. And always a heap of dogs are in sight." "What do you suppose is the matter?" Jack queried. "Don't know," grunted the oil man.
"We have been just as afraid that something bad was happening to you," Mark said, quickly. "Where's the machine?" "Your beautiful 'plane is badly wrecked, Mark, my boy," said Professor Henderson. "But I believe we shall be able to repair it in time. We are not, however, I feel sure, far from Aleukan. Do those men speak English?" "Not much of it, I reckon, Professor," said Andy Sudds.
We're imprisoned in this part of Alaska just as fast as though we were caged behind iron bars." "If we only had some of those torches we used on the moon," said Jack. "What will we do, Professor?" begged Mark. "Let us not lose hope," responded the old scientist. "First we will get to Aleukan and see if our provisions have been brought over from Coldfoot."
Yet they had come all this distance for the express purpose of going into Aleukan. They set out down the trail to enter the big village of cabins and skin huts. Suddenly the group of bucks in the principal street of the town turned and ran shouting toward the little party descending from the heights. Their actions were extremely warlike.
There was a native settlement named Aleukan within a hundred miles of the valley where the herb was supposed to grow in abundance. Professor Henderson determined to lay their course for this place. But the nearest white man's town was Coldfoot, on the other side of the mountains.
"To reach Aleukan and the valley where the Chrysothele-Byzantium is to be found," replied the professor, promptly. But it was to run the chance of a rain of death to go down into the basin where the shop and cabin were situated. Further up the hillside the dogs' quarters had been built, and the sleds were there, too. The oil man and Andy Sudds looked at one another.
The flying machine had kept closely to the course the professor had laid out for her when they left Maine. They were still headed for the slopes of the Endicott Range and the native town of Aleukan. The question paramount in all their minds, however, was this: Would they reach their destination in safety?
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