Alaska -- Gold discoveries -- Fiction; Western stories
A half-hour later the woman, Kate, answered a gentle knock on the
door. Lou Gordon recognized the voice of the Stranger asking in low
tones how she fared. A mighty rage surged up within her and summoning
all her strength, she raised herself to her elbow and addressed him
in faltering tones: “Your scheme didn’t work! It almost did--but not
quite. I see it all, now! When you and Dalzene found out I wouldn’t
let you drive and lose the race for me, you tried to poison me, after
taking care that poor old dad was out of the way! But you failed! I’ll
drive that race tomorrow--and I’ll win! All your scheming won’t stop
me! You’ve made it harder--that’s all!” and with a sob, she fell
exhausted onto her pillow.
Beyond the door MacShane listened to the accusations in horror. As the
faltering voice stilled, he was about to answer, but with fingers to
her lips, Kate motioned for silence. “She’s kind of out of her head,”
she whispered, and without a word, MacShane made his way to the street,
and with bowed head, hunted up the doctor, and later the dog keeper,
with whom he held long discourse.
CHAPTER XXIII
“I DRIVE THOSE DOGS!”
In the early days of the lower Yukon, the name of Bill Ames had been a
name to conjure with. Dog train freighter in winter, and poling boat
freighter in summer, he had been no small factor in the development of
the country. Then came the misstep that plunged him into water with
the temperature at fifty below zero, a misadventure that cost him a
foot and took him forever off the trail. For years thereafter he worked
at various jobs along the river, until the big stampede found him a
passenger on one of the first boats that landed at Nome. There, as upon
the Yukon, he worked at odd jobs until his knowledge of dogs attracted
the attention of the proprietor of Nome’s principal hotel, who engaged
him to look after the dog teams of his guests. Unlike most of the old
timers on the Yukon, Bill Ames had married a white woman, and with her
he lived in a log house that formed one side of the dog corral at the
rear of the hotel.
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