"Yes--he'll have suthin'. But he's got lots o' friends in England an' America--an' he can get 'em to send things." "What'd Sandy Maule write?" Tom was poking a bit of greasy cloth through the gun with a ramrod. Everything depended on the way that gun worked. He mustn't miss a shot--there was no fun in that long, hard hunt on the ice that lay ahead of him. "Sandy Maule wrote, 'Please, Doctor, come and start a station here for us if you can. My family and I are starvin'. All the folks around us are starvin' too. The fish hain't struck in and bit like they should. We're cuttin' pieces outa the sides o' our rubber boots an' tyin' 'em on for shoes.' Things like that, Sandy writ to the Doctor." Mrs. Bradley drew the sleeve of her thin, worn calico dress across her eyes. She was a brave woman, but her strength was nearly gone. She did not want her husband to see her cry. "It's all of it true," she said. "If I could only get a little fresh milk to give the baby! Might as well ask for the moon." She did not speak bitterly. She would stay by her man and live for her children to the end. "Well," said Tom, trying to sound matter-of-fact, "we'll go out with the ole gun an' see what we get." Not one of the little boys was old enough to go, but the dogs Jim and Jack leaped up, wagging their tails and fawning upon their master. Tom had only part of a dog-team: when he or his neighbors made a long trip they borrowed from one another. What one had, they all had. As Tom stood looking at the dogs, he couldn't help thinking: "One of those dogs would keep the family alive for a while. But I sure would hate to kill one of the poor brutes. They've been the best friends we ever had." His wife knew what he was thinking, though the dogs did not. Then he spoke. "Gimme a kiss, wifey." He smiled at her brightly. "Cheer up. This little ole gun and me'll bring ye enough to eat for a long time." She kissed him, and off he trudged, the dogs leaping beside him and trying to lick his mittened hands. Away out yonder on the ice was a little black speck. He strained his eyes to see. "There's one!" he muttered. "Now, how to get up near enough. If the dogs comes with me they'll sure scare it away--it'll go poppin' into its old blow-hole afore I kin git it." Jim and Jack were sitting on the bushy plumage of their tails, their bright eyes fixed on their master, waiting for orders. They would have loved it had he told them to chase that black speck far out at sea. They would have gone on till they dropped, at his lightest word. "No, boys, you wait here," he said. "You're goin' to help me haul it back--when I get it. But gettin' it is somethin' I gotta do all by my lonely. Now, you stay right here an' wait for me. Don't you dast to come no nearer!" He shook his finger at them solemnly. They seemed to understand. They curled up and lay down in the thin powdery snow-blanket.