"His face must be anyhow," Bob laughed.
"Gee, but you did it easy," Jack declared as he looked at his uncle with admiration in his eyes.
"And I'll bet my old hat you both thought I'd get licked," he laughed.
"Well, you see, he's so much taller than you," Bob said apologetically.
"But size doesn't always count, you know."
"Don't we?" Jack laughed
"When we get back you'll have to teach me some of those blows," Bob said. "I thought I knew something about boxing, but after seeing you the conceit is all knocked out of me."
"I'll teach you all I know gladly," his uncle promised and added: "and when I get time I'll tell you how I just missed being a prize fighter."
It was shortly after dark one afternoon about ten days later that Lucky halted his team in front of Pete Slinger's store in Nome. They had made the return trip without noteworthy event. Long's gang of breeds as well as the man himself, evidently having decided to let well enough alone.
As they entered the store, Pete came from the office to meet them but, as he was at the same time, reading a book he did not see who it was until he was close to them.