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Updated: June 12, 2025
There was a smile for Deane on Isobel's lips as she struggled through the spruce, knee-deep in snow, the dogs tugging at the sledge behind her. And then in a moment she saw MacVeigh, and the smile froze into a look of horror on her face. She was not twenty feet distant when she emerged into the little opening, and Billy heard the rattling cry in her throat.
"You're sure they're elderly people?" he asked. "That is what MacVeigh wrote me from Churchill; at least he said the colonel was an old man." "And his wife?" "Has got her nerve," growled Breed irreverently. "It wouldn't be so bad if it was only the colonel. But an old woman ugh! What he doesn't think of she'll remind him of, you can depend on that."
The other dogs took up the cry, and when Pelliter and MacVeigh followed the direction of their warning they stood for a full quarter of a minute as if turned into stone. A mile away the Barren was dotted with a dozen swiftly moving sledges and a score of running men! After all, their last stand was to be made at the edge of the timber-line!
"I know these little devils, Pelly," went on MacVeigh. "If they were Nuna-talmutes you could scare 'em with a sky-rocket. But they're Kogmollocks. They've murdered the crews of half a dozen whalers, and I shouldn't wonder if they'd got the kid in some such way. They wouldn't let us off now, even if we gave her up. It wouldn't do. They know better than to let the Law get any evidence against them.
He put on his cap and heavy coat and went as far as the door, then turned back. From his kit he took a belt-ax and nails. The wind was blowing more strongly over the Barren, and MacVeigh could no longer hear the low lament of the Eskimos. He moved toward their fires, and found them deserted of men, only the dogs rema g in their deathlike sleep.
At the sound of his voice there followed a low cry, the dogs stopped in their traces, and the figure ran back to the sledge. MacVeigh drew his revolver. Half a dozen long strides and he had reached the sledge.
Cummins inquired, after asking Jan many questions about his trip. "I don't know," replied Jan. "I didn't go to MacVeighs'." Purposely he held his eyes from Melisse. She understood his effort, and a quick flush gathered in her cheeks. "It was MacVeigh who brought in word of you," persisted the factor, oblivious of the effect of his questions.
"There!" said MacVeigh aloud, straightening his rounded shoulders with a groan of relief. "It's done." From his bunk in a corner of the little wind and storm beaten cabin which represented Law at the top end of the earth Private Pelliter lifted a head wearily from his sick bed and said: "I'm bloomin' glad of it, Mac.
He went on for hours, halting the team now and then for a few minutes' rest. He struck a match each time and looked at Pelliter. His comrade breathed heavily, with his eyes closed. Once, long after midnight, he opened them and stared at the flare of the match and into MacVeigh's white face. "I'm all right, Billy," he said. "Let me walk " MacVeigh forced him back gently, and went on.
I buried him out there shallow so you could take a look when you came back." He snatched like a starving man for food at the letters MacVeigh pulled from his pocket. While he read Billy sat down with Little Mystery on his knees. She laughed and put her warm little hands up to his rough face.
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