The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-07-19
ny 4.
Jack
London.

sled
Midway on the CLASSY stretch their relays shot out
from the bank. Harrington did slacken.
Watching his chance when the new sled swung in
close, he leaped across shouting as he did so and
jumping up the pace OF ms Iresn dogs me oIher
driver tell of somehow Savoy did likewise with his
relay and the abandoned teams, swerving to right
and left colhded with the others ana pied the ice
with confusion Harrington cut out the pace; Savoy
hung As they neared the end of the glare ice.
they swept abreast or the 4eadlng sled Wnen they
shot into the narrow trail between the soft snow
banks they led the race; and Dawson, watching BY
the light OF the aurora swore that II was neatly
When the frost grows Iusty ct sixty below, men
cannot remain without fre or excessive exercise and
live. So Harrington and Savoy fell TO the
Gent custom OF ride and run" Leaping from their
sleds toW-thongs IN haIlos they ran penlno III me
blood resumed its wonted channels and expelled the
away. Thus, riding and running, they covered the
second and third relays. Several times smooth
gain past. Strung along for five miles in the rear.
the remainder of the strove to overtake them.
given of keeping Jack Harrington's killing pace
AS they swung into the seventy-fve mile station,
Lon McFane dashed alongside; Wolf Fang, in the
Eau his No team in the norm coud mass him
on those last twenty-five miles. And Savoy
saw Wolf Fang heading his rivals team, he knew
mat he was out of the running and he cursed softly
to himself in the woman is most frequently
cursed. he still chung TO the others smoking
rail gambling on chance to the last. And as they
churned along, the day breaking the southeast.
they marveled in joy and sorrow at that which JOY
MOineau had done.
congregated near the edge of the trail. From this
point it could view the UD-Yukon TO its first
bend several mites away. Here it could also see
across the river to the finish at Fort CUdahy. where
the gold recorder nervOusly waited JOY Nolineau
had taken her position several rods back from the
trail. and under the circumstances Forty Mile for
bore interpOsing itself So the space was clear be
her and the slender line of the course. Fires
had been built. and around these men wagered dust
and dogs the long odds Wolf Fang.
Here they comet" shrilled an Indian boy from
the top of a pine.
snow, closely followed by d second. AS these grew
larger more black specl1s manifested themselves but
at gOodly distance TO the rear 0Taoualiy they re-
solved themselves into dogs and seds and men lying
fiat them.
to JOY. She smiled her interest back
Ten TO one on Harrington" cried a Birch Creek
king, dragging out his sack.
The lieutenant shook his head.
You have some dust, all, how. mooch?" she con
tinued
. amebbe-say-two hundred, Ell? Good. Now.
give-what you call-the tip. COvaire the bet
JOY smiled inscrutably. The lieutenant pondered
He glanced uD the trail. The two had risen
their knees and We're lashing their dogs furiousiy
Zen to one on Harrington" bawled the Birch
.Covaire the bet" JOY prompted:
He obeyed Struggling his shoulders in token that
he yielded the dictate of his but to her
charm. Joy nodded TO reassure him.
All noise ceased. Men paused in the placing &C
Yavning and Keeling and plunging. like Iuggers
before the wind, the seds swept wildly upon them.
Though still kept leader up the tail
rington's sled, Louis SavOys face without hope
Harrington's mouth set He looked neither to
the right to the left His dogs were leapng in
perfect rhythm, hrH-fOOted close to the trail, and
Wolf Fang. head low and unseeing. whining softly,
leading his comrades magnifcently.
Forty Mile stood breathless. Not a sound save the
roar of the and the voice Of the whips.
Then the clear voice of JOY MOlneau rose the
air: ali va. Wolf Fang! Wolf Fangl"
Wolf Fang heard He left the trail sharply, head
ing directly for his mistress The team dashed after
him, and the sled poised an instant single run
ner, then shot Harrington into the snow. Savoy
by like a flash. Harrington pulled to his feet and
watched him skmming across the river to the gold
recorders Office. He could not help hearing what
said:
~Ah him do vaire WELL" Joy AIolineau was ex-
planning to the lieutenant. "Hin-what you call-set
the pace. Yes him set the pace vaire well"
Copyright, 1909 by Jack London.