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On the Yukon Trail / Radio-Phone Boys Series, #2

Chapter 7 REVENGE FOR A LOST COMRADE

Word Count: 1222    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

st, with the crack of the strange rifle, the roar of dogs and the howl of wolves dinning in

ight be in danger, he sprang from the sled. The next instant with the butt of his rifle he crushed the skull

prostrate dog he s

er's rifle, the remnant of the wolf-pack took to its heels. Soon save

ed forward. To Joe's surpris

you!" he

k it might be?" l

man Curlie's looking for, the outlaw of the air. I thought you

nd bring the other sleds. Here," he handed Joe two clips of cartridges, "guess they'll not co

Three of his dogs, Ginger, the leader, Major, the sled guard, and Bones, his

be a fellow's pals up here. Pete's missing. Rushed out after the retreating en

to a pile. "Enough pelts there for a splendid rug," he

nd having nothing else to do, he began skinning the carcasses. He had nearly com

ing his rifle. "All right, come

shone out of the shado

e quick. To shoot in the quiet calm of perfect self-

the spot between the eyes

closer; then again

m. His finger was on the trigger. It was a

ispered to h

Old Ginger, the leader, answered the creature'

ump into the snow. The next instan

fool, come on in here

had returned safely from his expedi

up to Joe, as a huskie will, and jamming his nose straight against his leg,

en piled high upon a hastily made cache of strong boughs, roped between trees.

ded. Joe's dogs must be allowed to recover from the first shock of the battle. Jennings would repair the sled. Curlie and Joe would go ahea

when there came a rattle from the loud-speaker attac

it first this way, then that. He touched a second a

lf. Then, suddenly, as if bursting out fro

flew to the radio-co

him, the

ately, calculated the directio

For safety from discovery I suppose. Camped there for the night. By a forced march

he bathed his temples, throbbing with excitement, in the cold night

hat, probably we can't catch him, for his dogs will be fresher than ours. If we wait for him here, h

ak trail beyond the point where they now were. That would but give the man warning. Early in the morning, he would send Joe exploring across-trail fo

the tent, he examined the cli

him to-night, are

m, but you never can te

necessary to

us know if anyone comes down the trail, and even if they should attempt to

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