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Updated: May 5, 2025
And if I don't come 'round again, here's an address South Boston, yes where you can send it. A little nephew of mine, a fine fat little devil who thinks his uncle's the greatest man in the world. The poor kid, of course, don't know any different. So long, fellows. All ready, Baldy?" "All ready, Bud head away."
On deck with your line now." "All right, Baldy." Harty turned to his working mate. "So long Pete, see you later." "So long, son, and have a care on that open deck." Harty climbed the iron ladder to the deck, shouldered his way through the wind-pressed door and onto the deck, and started aft. It was cold. Under his thin suit of dungaree Harty was rolling in sweat.
Even Dubby's favorable notice was now frequently attracted toward Baldy; and the fact that he was aspiring to belong to the Racing Team was mitigated to a certain extent in the venerable huskie's sight by a puppy-hood spent amongst the working classes. He was not born to an exalted position, a natural aristocrat, like Tom, Dick or Harry; and would not, as did they, glory in it ostentatiously.
The price " he gave an eloquent gesture of complete indifference. The Woman stroked Jack's sable muzzle gently. She thought of the old days when his name was once a symbol of all that was fierce and wolf-like and wicked in the annals of Nome; and then of his unbroken spirit and steadfast allegiance to her. "McMillan of the Broken Tusks," she said softly, "has no price." Then, eagerly, "Baldy?"
It was impossible: he could not. He thought of the baldy head of the prefect of studies with the cruel no-coloured eyes looking at him and he heard the voice of the prefect of studies asking him twice what his name was. Why could he not remember the name when he was told the first time? Was he not listening the first time or was it to make fun out of the name?
"Here we are," called Dan, as they stopped before a tiny cabin almost snowed in, with a deep cut leading up to the front door. A thin, pale-faced woman, with a pleasant manner, answered the knock. "Mrs. Edwards, we've come to surprise Ben. May we see him?" Ben's mother ushered them all, Baldy included, into a room plainly furnished, but neat and home-like.
The bitter disappointment of Kid's death was fast yielding to amazement at Baldy's unsuspected fleetness. Trustworthy he had always been, and obedient and faithful but his pace now was a revelation. There was yet a chance. "On, Baldy; on boys." And away they flew till the roofs of Solomon loomed on the horizon, directly ahead. Solomon at last.
Totally different in temperament and methods from Kid and Dubby, Baldy manifested, nevertheless, many of the fundamental qualities that had so distinguished those wonderful leaders. And in communion with "Scotty" in their long hours of exercise, he not only began to understand the speech and the touch of his hand, but also his unexpressed moods.
Could they mentally detect him, know him for an alien intruder by the broadcast of his thoughts? The Baldies had a certain respect for the Foanna and might desire to take one alive. He drew the robe about him, used it to muffle his figure completely as the true wearers did. But the figure pulling painfully up from rung to rung was no Baldy.
Every week or so Baldy, with Irish and Rover and some of the Wild Goose dogs from the Grand Central Ditch House near, would be hitched to a flat car belonging to the place, and would have a trip into town with Moose to take the gold dust from the "clean-ups" to the bank. The car coasted down all the hills, for there was a strong brake to keep it safe.
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