"Going to Dawson?"
"Oh, yes, Klondyke mad—"
"They'll be there before us, boys!"
"Anyways, they'll get to Minook."
The Jesuit shook his head. "It isn't so certain. They probably made only a couple of hundred miles or so before the Yukon went to sleep."
"Then if grub gives out they'll be comin' back here?" suggested Potts.
"Small doubt of it," agreed the priest. "And when I heard there were parties of the same sort stranded at intervals all along the Lower River—"
"You sure?"
He nodded.
"And when Father Orloff of the Russian mission told us that he was already having trouble with the two big rival parties frozen in the ice below Ikogimeut—"