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Updated: June 2, 2025
At the gee-pole was a man who steered in a manner familiar to Pentfield, and behind the sled walked two women. His glance returned to the man at the gee-pole. It was Corry. Pentfield got on his feet and waited. He was glad that Lashka was with him. The meeting could not have come about better had it been planned, he thought.
One vast, wide field of snow and ice spread out in every direction, and made desolation complete. When the man re-appeared he was armed with a sturdy "gee-pole," and at his belt was coiled a heavy-thonged, short-stocked driving whip. Without a word he thrust the pole under the front of the sled runners, and a sharp command broke from his lips. The effect was instantaneous.
Smoke called a warning to prevent a rear-end collision, and the Baron, hawing his animals and swinging on the gee-pole, went by a dozen feet to the side. Yet so impenetrable was the blackness that Smoke heard him pass but never saw him. On the smooth stretch of ice beside the trading post at Sixty Mile, Smoke overtook two more sleds.
He was caught once, and only once, and beaten off with a gee-pole and a club; pretty sorely beaten, too. But "Don' mark heem, Jake! Don' touch hees head." Jean might be ever so angry, but he never lost his temper. He might punish ever so sorely, but he never lost sight of his main objective and could not be induced to knock dollars off his own property.
Clinging to the gee-pole with his right band and with his left rubbing cheeks and nose, he stumbled over the rope as the dogs swung on a bend. "Mush-on, you poor, sore-footed brutes!" he cried. "That's it, mush-on!"
Even then he was barely crawling along ten miles a day. His cheek-bones and nose, frost-bitten again and again, were turned bloody-black and hideous. The thumb, which was separated from the fingers by the gee-pole, had likewise been nipped and gave him great pain. The monstrous moccasin still incased his foot, and strange pains were beginning to rack the leg.
We'll wait and see you start!" "We're ready now," said Stane. "Then it's time you were off!" Hands were shaken, good-byes said, then Stane stepped ahead of the dogs, whilst Helen took her place at the gee-pole. "Moosh! Moosh!" cried Jean to the dogs.
As they did so a gust of wind brought a scurry of snow in their faces, and Bènard looked anxiously up into the sky. "By-an'-by it snow like anythin', m'sieu. We must race to catch Chigmok b'fore it come." Without another word he stepped ahead, and began to make the trail for the dogs, whilst Stane took the gee-pole to guide the sledge.
We'll have to take turns in watching the fire. But with blankets around our shoulders, acting as reflectors for the heat, we can get some rest." "But you are sure Harold knows the way? I couldn't even get as far as the river, and you are blind " "Harold knows the way as well as I do. I can mush all right, by hanging on the gee-pole.
Daylight and Kama relieved each other regularly at the gee-pole, for here was the hard work of steering the flying sled and of keeping in advance of it. The man relieved dropped behind the sled, occasionally leaping upon it and resting. It was severe work, but of the sort that was exhilarating. They were flying, getting over the ground, making the most of the packed trail.
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