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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Then I tell you that if the ice were as rotten as your soul or Spurling's, I would still follow him, though I had to follow him to Hell. If I've got to die, I'll die game and you shan't turn me back." Granger ran out after him, calling him to stay, offering to guide him round the danger spot in his trail. But suspicion and untruthfulness had done their work.
I expect he said, 'Damn. Well, that was as good as any other word to say; after all, all swearing, taken in a certain sense, is a form of prayer a bluff assertion of belief in the divine." Granger turned slowly about, and commenced to make his way back to the Point. At first he spoke aloud to himself as a thought occurred. "I distrusted that yellow beast of Spurling's from the first."
Her face betrayed neither annoyance nor pleasure she might never have visited Huskies' Island. In the presence of so much that was commonplace, Spurling's fantastic account of what had happened to him on the Forbidden River seemed absurd and outrageous.
In the worst of maladies, the healing effect which is produced by the visit of a friend who can simply say, 'I have endured all that, is most marked." And it was this consolation which Granger now began to experience in Spurling's presence.
Everybody was asleep but Percy Whittington. He lay in his bunk, wide awake and thinking hard, and his thoughts were far from pleasant. His face was still sore as a result of his battle with Jabe. His jaw ached dully from its encounter with Jim Spurling's fist. But worse than any physical pain was the smart of his wounded pride.
"If you dare to speak of her like that again, I'll choke you, and run the risk of getting hanged myself. The land has debased you, as the Yukon debased your friend. I can read you; you're still half-minded to play his game, and that's why you want to turn me back." "Yes, I want to turn you back. Spurling's a hard-pressed man and he's dangerous.
Spurling's eyes had again sought out the west and the intervening stretch of sky, where from the east the reflected light of dawn had already begun to spread. "I don't like the look of it," he muttered; "I can feel that he is not far behind. Every time I look up-river I expect to see him, a dull brown shadow, hurrying down between the banks of white. I must be going; while I stay I cannot rest."
Granger broke in upon the frenzy of his appeal, asking abruptly, "Where is Mordaunt now?" If his face had not been in the shadow, Granger would have seen how Spurling's lips tightened as to withstand sudden pain, and his body shuddered at that question. "Oh, Mordaunt is all right," he said. "He left the Yukon soon after you left he said that the fun was spoilt without you.
"Of what are they afraid?" "Manitous, and shades of the departed." For the first time Spurling's face relaxed, the hunted expression went out of his eyes; he almost smiled. "Well, I'm not afraid of them," he said. He commenced to unfasten his snowshoes and to take off the heavier portions of his dress.
When he reached the cabin and pushed open the door, he found that it was occupied. An Indian, of the Sucker tribe, whom he had previously met, was sitting there. Looking round he saw that Spurling's body was in the same place and untouched, but that the load upon the sled had been rifled.
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