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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"

Malemute Kid was aware of this, and he had Cal Galbraith's measure accurately. He knew a hasty word was the father of much evil; besides, he was minded to teach a great lesson and bring shame upon the man. So Stanley Prince, the young mining expert, was called into the conference the following night as was also Lucky Jack Harrington and his violin. That same night, Bettles, who owed a great debt to Malemute Kid, harnessed up Cal Galbraith's dogs, lashed Cal Galbraith, Junior, to the sled, and slipped away in the dark for Stuart River.



? ? ? ? 'So; one- two- three, one- two- three. Now reverse! No, no! Start up again, Jack. See- this way.' Prince executed the movement as one should who has led the cotillion.


? ? ? ? 'Now; one- two- three, one- two- three. Reverse! Ah! that's better. Try it again. I say, you know, you mustn't look at your feet. One- two- three, one- two- three. Shorter steps! You are not hanging to the gee-pole just now. Try it over. There! that's the way. One- two- three, one- two- three.'



? ? ? ? Round and round went Prince and Madeline in an interminable waltz. The table and stools had been shoved over against the wall to increase the room. Malemute Kid sat on the bunk, chin to knees, greatly interested.


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