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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"


? ? ? ? 'Then let me run it, and don't worry. I'll see he doesn't get hurt. Precious lot he cared whether you got hurt or not! We won't go back to Dawson. I'll send word down for a couple of the boys to outfit and pole a boat up the Yukon. We'll cross the divide and raft down the Indian River to meet them. Then-'


? ? ? ? 'And then?'


? ? ? ? Her head was on his shoulder. Their voices sank to softer cadences, each word a caress. The Jesuit fidgeted nervously.


? ? ? ? 'And then?' she repeated.


? ? ? ? 'Why we'll pole up, and up, and up, and portage the White Horse Rapids and the Box Canon.'


? ? ? ? 'Yes?'


? ? ? ? 'And the Sixty-Mile River; then the lakes, Chilcoot, Dyea, and Salt Water.'


? ? ? ? 'But, dear, I can't pole a boat.'


? ? ? ? 'You little goose! I'll get Sitka Charley; he knows all the good water and best camps, and he is the best traveler I ever met, if he is an Indian. All you'll have to do, is to sit in the middle of the boat, and sing songs, and play Cleopatra, and fight- no, we're in luck; too early for mosquitoes.'


? ? ? ? 'And then, O my Antony?'


? ? ? ? 'And then a steamer, San Francisco, and the world! Never to come back to this cursed hole again.


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