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Kaviak stared, drew a long breath, and seemed to retire within himself. "You'd better attend to me, for I mean business." Kaviak, recalled from internal communing, studied "Farva" a moment, and then retreated to the cricket, as to a haven now, hastily and with misgiving, tripping over his trailing coat. Mac stood up. "Wait, old man."

Three hours later, when they were all sitting round the fire, Kaviak dosed, and warm, and asleep in the lower bunk, the door opened, and in walked a white man followed by an Indian. "I'm George Benham." They had all heard of the Anvik trader, a man of some wealth and influence, and they made him welcome. The Indian was his guide, he said, and he had a team outside of seven dogs.

Or they pull out a log to make an opening, closing it up quick, so the spirit won't find his way back." Kaviak continued to lament. "Sorry we can't offer you some blubber, Kaviak." "'Tain't that he's missin'; he's got an inexhaustible store of his own. His mistake is offerin' it to us." "I know what's the matter with that little shaver," said the Boy.

He returned the accusing looks of the company with self-possession. "Come here." He got up and trotted over to "Farva." "Have you been to the syrup?" Kaviak shook his head. "You must have been." "No." "You sure?" He nodded. "How did it go all away Do you know?" Again the silent denial. Kaviak looked over his shoulder at the dinner preparations, and then went back to his cricket.

"This is a great friend of ours ain't you, Kaviak?" said the Boy. "He's got a soul above gold-mines, haven't you? He sees other fellas helping themselves to his cricket and his high chair too polite to object just goes and sits like a philosopher on the bones of dead devils and looks on. Other fellas sittin' in his place talkin' about gold and drinkin' punch never offerin' him a drop "

And how it was done or who did it nobody quite knew, but Potts, still clinging by one hand to the bucket-rope, was hauled out and laid on the ice before it was discovered that he had Kaviak under his arm Kaviak, stark and unconscious, with the round eyes rolled back till one saw the whites and nothing more.

"Then it's settled." Mac bundled Kaviak into the Boy's bunk. When the others were ready to go out again, Farva caught up his fur coat and went along with them. The dogs were not quite ready. The priest was standing a little absentmindedly, looking up.

Whatever it was he saw off there, he could not meet it yet. He flung himself down with his face in the fire-weed, and lay there all night long. Kaviak was sent after him in the morning, but only to say, "Breakfast, Maudie's tent." The Boy saw that Mac and Potts knew.

He's been left behind for a few days." "Yes, I can see he's left behind. No, Colonel, I reckon we're in the Arctic regions all right when it comes to catchin' Esquimers in your bed!" He pulled the furs over Kaviak and himself, and curled down to sleep. "For my part, I have ever believed and do now know, that there are witches." Religio Medici.

"Look here," said the Colonel, "we'll forgive you this time if you'll own up. Just tell us " "Kaviak!" Again that journey from the cricket to the judgment-seat. "Show us" Mac had taken the shut tin, and now held it out "show us how you got the lid off." But Kaviak turned away. Mac seized him by the shoulder and jerked him round.