narrow trail, and then, while they were untangling, give Silversheene the slip. He did not think they could catch him in the darkness after that.
Dick worked frantically at his team, and got untangled several minutes ahead of Hans and they were off after the wary Scot. But where the trail led or whether they were following it rightly or not he did not know. He only knew that Silversheene was leading. His nose was like that of wolf, he could see at night like an owl. He knew they were after Scotty Ellis. The night and the day were alike to him. So Dick trusted him and prayed that they might keep the trail.
Often it seemed to Richard that they were going straight back the way they had come, the trail bent so sharply. But Silversheene did not seem at a loss. He never faltered, but always strained at the lead, his head up, his eager barks urging on his team mates when the pace lagged.
Two hours went by and they saw nothing
