CHAPTER II
MYSTERIOUS FEAR
In spite of his great hunger and the maddening odors that came to him, filling his heart with a wild desire to break his promise, to wait no longer, but dash into the strange camp, Johnny had fallen into a doze when the girl, silent as a snow bunting, returned.
She touched his arm. He jumped, stared blinkingly, then smiled.
“You are American,” she said quietly.
“Yes.”
“Do you know much of Canada?”
“Nothing much. Been over the border a month; came in from the northwest.”
“I told Grandfather. Come.”
She made as if to take up her share of the burden.
With a quick move Johnny threw the entire weight of the caribou squarely across his own shoulders.