Chapter XI
Henderson's Huskies
BUT Silversheene was not dead, although for five minutes he lay as still as though in the grip of the last destroyer. Ordinarily Richard Henderson would not have given way to such grief, but the whole dramatic incident had so completely unnerved him that he gave full vent to his pent-up emotions. To have Silversheene, who had disappeared two years before as suddenly as though the earth had opened and swallowed him, turn up here in the wilderness several thousand miles away from his home, and in this marvellous manner, was enough to upset any one; but the nerveracking thing was that his faithful dog had been following him for a week trying vainly to make himself known, and his master had been shooting at him every time that he
