Klondike River Valley (Yukon) -- Gold discoveries -- Fiction; Western stories
The two men he had left entangled at Sixty Mile failed to overtake him,
and, on the other hand, his team failed to overtake any of the three
that still led. His animals were willing, though they lacked stamina
and speed, and little urging was needed to keep them jumping into it at
their best. There was nothing for Smoke to do but to lie face-downward
and hold on. Now and again he would plunge out of the darkness into
the circle of light about a blazing fire, catch a glimpse of furred men
standing by harnessed and waiting dogs, and plunge into the darkness
again. Mile after mile, with only the grind and jar of the runners in
his ears, he sped on. Almost automatically he kept his place as the
sled bumped ahead or half-lifted and heeled on the swings and swerves
of the bends. First one, and then another, without apparent rhyme or
reason, three faces limned themselves on his consciousness: Joy
Gastell's, laughing and audacious; Shorty's, battered and exhausted by
the struggle down Mono Creek; and John Bellew's, seamed and rigid, as
if cast in iron, so unrelenting was its severity. And sometimes Smoke
wanted to shout aloud, to chant a paean of savage exultation, as he
remembered the office of the Billow and the serial story of San
Francisco which he had left unfinished, along with the other fripperies
of those empty days.
The grey twilight of morning was breaking as he exchanged his weary
dogs for the eight fresh Malemutes. Lighter animals than Hudson Bays,
they were capable of greater speed, and they ran with the supple
tirelessness of true wolves. Sitka Charley called out the order of the
teams ahead. Big Olaf led, Arizona Bill was second, and Von Schroeder
third. These were the three best men in the country. In fact, ere
Smoke had left Dawson, the popular betting had placed them in that
order. While they were racing for a million, at least half a million
had been staked by others on the outcome of the race. No one had bet
on Smoke, who, despite his several known exploits, was still accounted
a chechaquo with much to learn.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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