Copyright, 1916
by
J.B. HENDRYX
Made in the United States of America
CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | ||
| I.— | Sam Morgan's Boy | [1] | |
| II.— | The Ten Bow Stampede | [16] | |
| III.— | The New Camp | [30] | |
| IV.— | Partners | [41] | |
| V.— | On the Trail of Waseche | [54] | |
| VI.— | The Men of Eagle | [70] | |
| VII.— | In the Lillimuit | [91] | |
| VIII.— | Waseche Bill to the Rescue | [105] | |
| IX.— | The White Death | [120] | |
| X.— | The Igloo in the Snow | [141] | |
| XI.— | On the Dead Man's Lonely Trail | [156] | |
| XII.— | In the Heart of the Silent Land | [169] | |
| XIII.— | O'Brien | [185] | |
| XIV.— | The Escape from the White Indians | [203] | |
| XV.— | O'Brien's Cans of Gold | [219] | |
| XVI.— | Fighting the North | [234] | |
| XVII.— | The Snow Trail | [251] | |
| XVIII.— | Alaska! | [269] | |
| XIX.— | On the Kandik | [283] | |
| XX.— | The Deserter | [296] | |
| XXI.— | Mister Squigg | [312] | |
| XXII.— | The Man Who Didn't Fit | [325] |
ILLUSTRATIONS
| PAGE | |
| "Like his father before him, he was answering | |
| the call of the gold" | [Frontispiece] |
| "Making sure that the boy slept, he began | |
| silently to assemble his trail pack" | [42] |
| "McDougall's prize malamutes shot out on the | |
| trail" | [52] |
| "When Connie opened his eyes, daylight had | |
| vanished" | [67] |
| "What could one small boy do in the face of | |
| the ultimatum of these men of the North?" | [81] |
| "My dad would have got out, and, you bet, | |
| so will I!" | [103] |
| "Now, what d' yo' think of that! I'd sho' hate | |
| fo' this heah rope to break!" | [116] |
| Connie Morgan "stared spellbound at the | |
| terrible splendour of the changing lights" | [136] |
| "Waseche Bill attacked the hard-packed snow | |
| with his axe" | [149] |
| "We'ah lost, kid. It's a cinch we cain't find | |
| the divide" | [154] |
| "The boy's lips moved in prayer, the only one | |
| he had ever learned" | [166] |
| "The two partners stared open-mouthed at the | |
| apparition. The face was white!" | [183] |
| "With a palsied arm he motioned to O'Brien, | |
| who stepped before him" | [195] |
| "The boy's fifteen-foot lash sang through the | |
| thin air" | [216] |
| "As they passed between the pillared rocks | |
| the Indians broke cover, hurling their | |
| copper-tipped harpoons as they ran" | [232] |
| "You make me tired!" cried Connie. "Anybody'd | |
| think you needed a city, with the | |
| streets all numbered, to find your way | |
| around" | [237] |
| "Without waiting for a reply, Connie slipped | |
| softly over the edge" | [262] |
| "Recklessly O'Brien rushed out upon the | |
| glittering span of snow while Connie and | |
| Waseche watched breathlessly" | [272] |
| "My dad followed British Kronk eight hundred | |
| miles through the snow before he caught | |
| him—and then—you just wait." | [299] |
| "Mechanically he drew the knife from its sheath | |
| and dragged himself to the body of the | |
| moose." | [310] |
| "Between them walked a little, rat-faced man. | |
| The man was Mr. Squigg." | [331] |
| "Squigg slunk into the star-lit night." | [337] |