Gold mines and mining -- California -- 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 chechako with much to
learn.
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