University and state would yet be proud of him and of old Silversheene.
The fine dog seemed to know how much depended on him and was all eagerness to be off. That rascally Scotchman was miles ahead of them.
The trail was rather better that night than it had been in the daytime, and Dick was very grateful for this. It did not seem to him that he could have floundered on all that night in the snow and the winding treacherous trail. Even as it was it seemed almost hopeless to follow it through the stygian darkness. But his only hope was again in Silversheene and that noble dog was equal to anything.
Hours passed by. Hours of terrible toil when Dick would run until he fell almost fainting on the sled, and left everything to Silversheene. Finally at about midnight they heard the soft tinkle of bells ahead, and Silversheene announced by his eager barking that they had again overtaken the Scotchman.
