Chapter XIII
Settling an Old Score
IN October following the great race, Richard Henderson, the latest champion dog musher, and Silversheene, the King of all Alaskan sled dogs, took a steamer at St. Michael, bound for the United States. It is safe to say that when they went aboard they were the happiest dog and man in all Alaska. They had spent the summer rather leisurely travelling about and enjoying themselves. Richard had disposed of the other dogs in the famous team at fancy prices, and this money, together with the ten thousand which he had won in the sweepstake, made him feel quite like a capitalist.
But, as his father had prophesied, he had had his fill of Alaska. This land of brutal ity and force where only the heavy fist
