showed his head and repelling all of his advances, and finally had deliberately shot him, after he had saved his master's life and by a superhuman effort dragged him from the raging river.
No wonder that Silversheene had lost heart and deliberately come into the open to be shot. If it was his master's will to kill him, he would die. He had faced the wolves for him in the old days and why not face his revolver now?
It was all as plain as the nose on your face. It all fitted together like a wonderful puzzle, now Dick had the key. Pedro had sold Silversheene for the Alaskan dog team trade and he had gone back to the wild. He had been living with the wolves when he happened upon his old master's trail and the rest of the tragic story was too pathetic for words.
All this time Dick had been lying upon the ground beside his faithful dog, passing his ears between his fingers and straightening out the long silver gray ruff about the
