of Scotty Ellis, or any of the other racers. Dick was at last filled with misgivings. Surely they had lost the trail. But just as he was despairing a bright light blazed up ahead and he distinctly heard the tinkle of Scotty's bells, and it was the best music he had ever heard.
Dawn found them at Kendall, the turning point in the race. Again Yukon Harry and Buck Wellington came in ahead, but their teams had so many shoulder-sprained and footsore dogs and so many dogs riding that it was doubtful if they could make many more miles, while Scotty Ellis's team and that of Richard Henderson were surprisingly fresh. This was partly because Dick and the Scotchman had run more than the other drivers.
Again the men fell like logs on the floor while the dogs lopped down in their traces almost too tired to eat. It seemed to Dick that the brief hour which he allowed himself was only about two seconds. With a groan of weariness he aroused himself, only
