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He was still several miles from the tilt where he had a scant supply that had been reserved for his journey home. To proceed to the tilt was obviously impossible, and he could only perish by remaining where he was. Utterly exhausted after a fruitless effort to flounder forward, he sat down upon his flatsled, and looked out over the silent snow waste.
It had been a long day of steady walking, save for the brief stops when Skipper Zeb halted to set a trap, and the snow and turns at hauling the flatsled had made it the harder. He lay back upon his sleeping bag chatting with Toby and watching Skipper Zeb prepare supper. How cozy and luxurious the tent was!
The two men has rifles and they keeps all the lumbermen back, and off they goes with the flatsled, and they gets away." "Will the boss die then?" asked Jamie in horror. "With Doctor Joe gone he'll sure be dyin'," declared Peter desperately.
"And two of un most killed the boss at the camp," explained Peter. "They comes there from the Post about six o'clock and were packin' a flatsled with things. The boss asks un where they's goin'. They answers some way that makes he mad, and he hits one of un. Then they jumps at he and pounds and kicks he till he's like dead, and he don't come to again.
"They've been hard men in life and probably done much evil in their day, but they're past it now and we'll treat their remains gently and humanly," said Doctor Joe as he covered their faces with a cloth. Then they undid the flatsled and carried the contents into the cabin, where the things would be safe from the dogs.
Doctor Joe and Eli ran in turns by the side of the komatik, while the dogs trotted briskly. "What's that, now?" asked Eli, pointing to a black object far out on the white field of ice, as they approached The Jug. "I can't make out," said Doctor Joe after a long scrutiny. "We'll see," and Eli turned the dogs toward the object. "It looks like a flatsled," said Doctor Joe as they approached.
"All ready!" announced Skipper Zeb, in his big hearty voice, as dawn was breaking. "I'll be goin' ahead with the heavy flatsled, and you lads takes turns haulin' the other. Toby b'y, you take the first turn at un." "Aye," agreed Toby eagerly, "I'll haul un a spell first." The route for a time followed the course of Black River.
From a carefully wrapped package on his flatsled Skipper Zeb produced some ill-smelling meat, and this he scattered upon the snow over and around the trap. "They likes meat that smells bad," he explained, "and I'm thinkin' that smells bad enough for un."
"'Tis a flatsled," said Eli. "'Tis the men ran away from the lumber camp." A gruesome sight met them as Eli brought the dogs to a stop. Huddled close and lying by the side of the toboggan, partially covered by drift, were the stiff-frozen bodies of two men. "They were lost in the storm," said Eli presently. "They must have been wanderin' about till the frost got the best of un."
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