top of his head and tell him to go back to his snow bed. The rest of the team were all sleeping beneath their white snow blankets, but old Silversheene had dug out of the snow to see if his beloved master was all right and to express the deep love and fidelity that constantly welled up in him. He was the very life and backbone of the celebrated Henderson Huskies. He ruled them like a tyrant, that is, he saw that perfect discipline was maintained and at his master's command he drove them to the last ounce of their endurance. But Silversheene himself never seemed to be tired, or, if he was, he did not show it. His love for his master seemed to give him extra endurance. He was a super-dog. He could pull twice as much as any other dog of his weight in the Yukon and he could travel twenty-five per cent. further in a day. So it was his indomitable spirit that gave the punch to Henderson's Huskies.
As the day wore on Silversheene often looked back at his master to get a smile
