This was when he had been dreaming of Hilda. Or he would bark excitedly and wag his tail, only to awaken and find that Richard Henderson was not calling him. No one was calling him. The only sound was the endless beating of the engine which was driving the propeller that was taking him further and further from both Hilda and Dick.
So time went slowly by for three weeks. Then one foggy morning the ship came to anchor at the mouth of a great river, where there was an Alaskan city. The men and dogs and freight had to be taken ashore by lighters as the harbor was shallow.
Gene and his four dogs did not attract much attention as there were several other rough men with dogs.
When they were finally upon the city streets Silversheene saw many dogs, but they seemed rather different from most of the dogs that he had seen in his short life. Most of them were either gray or white and
