the frozen snow from between his toes each night. This was a trick that he learned from old Wolf. To tell the truth he was always watching this grizzled veteran from out of the corner of his eye. Although he hated him because of his severity, yet he admired him and knew that he was very wise in the ways of arctic waste.
The team was fed once a day at night. The feed was always the same. One pound of dried salmon. It was Wolf's place to see that the dogs did not get to fighting over this evening meal, and he was seconded in this watchfulness by Gene's whip.
In the civilized world where Silversheene had been reared there was certain honor among dogs, but he soon learned that it was different here. The stronger dog always stole from the weaker if he could. The only right here in this cold desolate land was the right of might. Old Wolf himself, although he was supposed to set an example, often stole from Billy and the rest of the
