“Then, how—how—”
“I came out with dogs over the ice.”
She stared incredulous. “How did you come?”
“Round the coast of Norton Bay, down across the Yukon, and over to the Kuskoquim, and then by the old Russian route to Kadiak Island.”
“How in the world did you know the way?”
“Part of the time I had native guides.”
“Wasn’t it a very terrible journey?”
“I don’t know that I’d do it again.”
“And when you got down to Kadiak Island?”
“I waited a week for the boat.”