"White boys stay here Injun git team, git shovel." Lucky turned and was gone before they had time to say anything.
"Believe me, he was one scared Indian when he saw you go over that cliff. Don't ever tell me that Indians have no feelings or that they never show them. If ever I saw fear and sorrow on a human face if was then."
"I'd like to have seen him," Jack said as he got to his feet.
"Well, I never want to see it again," Bob assured him.
"And, of course I wouldn't want anything to happen to bring it there. I didn't mean that. Only I've always thought that Indians never did show their feelings, you know."
It was nearly half an hour before Lucky came around the bend with the team as he had to go some little distance before finding a place where he could get the sled down safely. Stopping the team he quickly got a shovel from the stores and in a few minutes had recovered the shoes. As Jack had thought they had not come off as well as he. One of the frames was broken and several of the strips of rawhide had snapped in the other.
"Not much bust," the Indian told them as he held them up. "Injun got one more pair an' heem feex dees in queek time tonight."
If was almost dark by the time the Indian had found the extra pair of snow-shoes and they were ready to start once more. About a mile up the smaller river from where it emptied into the Yukon they had seen a small piece of woods and the Indian told them that they would make camp there for the night.
"Leetle town 'bout twenty mile up river," Lucky told them after they had eaten supper and were sitting around the fire.
"What's its name?" Bob asked.