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Instead, you gave me nothing.” “Tll Shoot Your Dogs,” He Raved In vain Janes stormed and threat- ened. At last his fiery temper broke. “Tl shoot your dogs,” he raved from igloo to igloo, “then you won’t be able to travel and you'll starve.” While the Eskimos trembled under this tempest of wrath Utikuto secretly hid his master’s rifle. Out on the sea-ice next day Eskimo seal hunters were startled by an avalanche of frightened women who descended upon them. Jen was angry again, they said. They were afraid to stay around the camp. But their fears were allayed when Utikuto drove up to say that everything was now all right. Jen was mad no longer. He was getting his sled ready to leave on his journey to the south. When Janes awakened next morn- ing and saw the red arc of the sun peeping over the white horizon, for the first time in many months he felt as though a load had been lifted from his drooping spirits. Standing outside his igloo at the end of the village he waved to the Eskimos to come and feast. “Come! My meat pots are full and waiting,” he invited. “Come and have a feast with Jen for tomorrow he is leaving to join his people.” As the sun dropped back behind the blue-white pressure ridges the blubber banquet continued by the rosy light of stone kudliks. Suddenly the Arctic silence was broken by a pandemonium of barking dogs and the jangling of sleigh-bells. Janes’ face became contorted with mingled suspicion and anger. In a split second he was out of the igloo, roaring de- nunciations at Quaquajuak, Joe Florence’s Eskimo trader who'd just arrived from Pond’s Inlet. “Get the hell out of this camp,” roared the incensed captain. “Don’t you know all these furs here belong to me? What the hell are you follow- ing me for?” A threatening gesture of Janes’ five-fathom walrus-hide dog- whip sent Quaquajuak scurrying back to his komatik. Janes was grinning when he re- entered the igloo. He’d thrown a scare into that damned Eskimo trader. He laughed and sang, and imitated the dancers as they pounded on large tambourine-shaped drums and went through the pantomime of harpoon- ing walrus and polar bear. A broad, WITH COMPLIMENTS C. H. DODWELL & CO. (R. Beauchamp) NOTARY PUBLIC REAL ESTATE British Columbia INSURANCE WILLIAMS LAKE grinning face appeared in the door. way. “Come, Jen,” the Eskimo beckoned. “Huskies pay-um debt. Giv-um plenty white fox!” Janes laughed aloud. It was just as well that he’d bawled out that damned Quaquajuak. At last he'd thrown a scare into those blasted Huskies. First, he’d collect his debts, then he’d find out why in hel] Florence’s trader had followed him from Pond’s Inlet. Revenge Comes Swiftly He stepped outside. The whole frigid world lay bathed in the ghostly greenish phosphorescence of the aurora borealis. What a ghastly hell it was. How deathly still! Well, thank God, he was leaving. He’d be on the homeward trail tomorrow. The Eskimo grinned and beckoned. The empurpled dome of a snowhouse rose ahead. He paused to step across a komatik that lay athwart the doorway. A deafening report sundered the Arctic silence. Clutching his side, Janes stared with surprised eyes at his fingers crimsoning with blood. From holes punched in the snow-walls serpent-like eyes observed his every move. ‘Too obstinate still to give up without a fight, Janes remained im- mobile, braced on outstretched feet. Another whip-like crack echoed over the polar wastes. Janes tottered to the impact of another bullet. Across the drifts writhed a dark shadow. The thrust of a mittened hand sent him reeling on his back. Over the pros- trate trader a giant, fur-clad figure loomed like a monster in the pale green rays of the Northern Lights. Janes’ sunken orbs looked up into a pair of wild, malevolent eyes. The cold muzzle of a rifle sought his fore- MACKENZIES LTD. 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