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Updated: June 14, 2025
We will have breakfast now, then we will get under way." Anvik nodded and grunted, then, straightening up, let fall his blanket and began preparing the things for breakfast. One by one the Pony Rider Boys appeared, stretching themselves and yawning. A wash in an icy spring close at hand awakened them instantly. Stacy was the last to emerge from his tent.
"Don't you try that! It doesn't go in this outfit. Anvik, tell your friend that someone will get knocked in the head if he steals anything in this camp." The guide uttered a volley of protest in Innuit, which the assembled squaws, papooses and bucks received in stoical silence, and with impassive faces. "They don't seem to be particularly impressed by your lecture," said Ned. "Him no take.
Plainly it stumped Unookuk. "Come from Anvik?" he repeated. "Yes; stayed with Mr. Benham." "Oh, Benham!" The trader's familiar name ran round the room with obvious effect. "It is good to have A. C. Agent for friend," said Unookuk guardedly. "Everybody know Benham." "He is not A. C. Agent much longer," volunteered the Boy. "That so?"
"Let's get started and boost him up, then," urged Rector. "No, let the beggar rest. I haven't the heart to drag him up that mountain again until he recovers from the shock. We'll tether him and help Anvik get the provisions up first. Stacy, are you able to work?" "What you want me to do?" "Carry some of these stores up." The fat boy shook his head. "My weak heart won't stand it," he answered.
A dreadful struggle followed. There was a chorus of barks and growls and screams. The bear fought desperately. The struggle and the falling snow partially wakened the father and son, but they were stupidly useless. The dogs attacked the bear's back. Anvik, watching his chance while the bear was repelling the dogs, drove a harpoon into the animal.
The Professor was much interested in the discovery, and asked Tad and Anvik many questions about the earlier discovery. Still, there was not much to be learned. A stranger in this wild place was something to attract the attention and cause speculation and discussion, so during the rest hour they talked of little else.
"Perhaps they wanted to get somewhere, some place for which they had set out in a hurry. They had two ponies and pretty heavy packs." Anvik nodded. "White boy much wise. Him see almost like Indian. My father him shaman. Him teach Anvik see many thing. White boy him see almost as much as Anvik." "Where do you think they are going?" "Not know." "Perhaps they are miners prospecting for a claim."
No dogs, no nothing, the sea closed, St. Michael the nearest post, runners to carry the news before you, the same over the portage to Anvik not a chance in the world for you! Now wait with me till it blows over. They'll forget all about you in a month or less, what of stampeding to York and what not, and you can hit the trail under their noses and they won't bother.
He grunted upon discovering the disheveled Chunky, and shrugged his shoulders as he observed the display of tin cans strewn about. "Much heap big fool!" ejaculated the Indian. "Are you addressing your remarks to me or to the mule?" demanded Stacy calmly. "Huh!" That was the only reply Stacy got, and Anvik began gathering up the stuff that had been lost from the battered pack.
"If they only stay a couple o' nights at Anvik," said Potts, with gloomy foreboding, "they could get back here inside a week." "No," answered Mac, following the two figures with serious eyes, "they may be dead inside a week, but they won't be back here." And Potts felt his anxiety eased. A man who had mined at Caribou ought to know.
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