"Good-bye, Princess. We'll take care of your father, though I'm sure he oughtn't to go."
"Oh yes," answered Muckluck confidently; then lower, "Shamán make all well quick. Hey? Goo'-bye."
"Good-bye."
"Don't forget tell Sister Winifred I say my p—" But the Boy had to run to keep up with the sled.
For some time he kept watching the Ol' Chief with unabated astonishment, wondering if he'd die on the way. But, after all, the open-air cure was tried for his trouble in various other parts of the world—why not here?
There was no doubt about it, Nicholas had a capital team of dogs, and knew how to drive them. Two-legged folk often had to trot pretty briskly to keep up. Pymeut was soon out of sight.
"Nicholas, what'll you take for a couple o' your dogs?"
"No sell."
"Pay you a good long price."
"No sell."