Adventure Magazine Cover, December 10, 1922 — page 113: what you’re looking at

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The Last Run from one load to the other, looking them over judicially and finally standing ‘pati- ently in front of McKee’s sledge. “Doggoned if he doesn’t want to pull it!” Johnny declared. “He may be an Alaskan dog, after all!’’ He quickly rigged up a harness and then spoke as the master. “Get up, Pinch!” And the malemiut lay down. “Go ahead, Pinch!” And the dog grave- ly arose and faced around toward the sledge. West straightened out the traces, and re- membering Alaska, said— ‘Mush on!’ Pinch promptly started away with the sledge and almost as easily made progress when the other one was hitched on to it. ‘Gee!’ Andrew shouted, and again “Haw!” and to each signal obtained a gratifying obedience. “T recognize this dog now!” the Cana- dian announced, brazenly. “TI lost him my- self when he was a pup!” ‘Haw!’ West laughed, mirthlessly—and the malemiut took that for a signal to turn alertly to the left. “Your dog? Gee, what a nerve!” And at the sound of “‘Gee!” Pinch swung back toward the right. Then they halted their black pet, left some stores ina secure place with a note of thanks for the fire ranger’s hospitality, strapped on their snowshoes and said fare- well to Opal Lake. With McKee breaking trail and West following the sledges with a ski rod for a gee-pole, they reached the 107 lumber-camp in half the time consumed on their outward journey. The English clerk was keen to own a full- blood Alaskan malemiut. “T shall give up my sight-seeing trip to New York City,” he said, earnestly; “‘if the money interests you, Mr. West.” ‘No chance!’ Johnny McKee interposed, — slyly. ‘He intends to give him back if he can locate the doughboy!”’ ‘**Losers weepers— Findets keepers!’ ” the American quoted, virtuously. dog is going to have a collar and a muzzle and go walking on Fifth Avenue. He'll make the German police-dogs look like mutts!” -sz¢, BUT in Toronto a Canadian girl, Johnny McKee’s sweetheart, argued vase’ in behalf of a happier fate for Pincher. “This Northland dog would be out of place in a crowded city, and he might go mad in the stifling Summer,” she explained, turning Andrew to wax with her shining, gray gaze. ‘“‘Leave him here with Johnny and me, and we shall give him enough of the forest to keep him fit. Then, when you come up on vacations 4 “Aw, all right; I meant to, anyhow!” Andrew agreed, weakly, and went on with the drivel peculiar to young bachelors. “But I’m mighty glad you haven’t a sister!” “T’ll say this Yank is a woman-hater!” Johnny McKee broke in, coming to the res- cue as truly as he did on Opal Lake. “If I were a dog I wouldn’t let an old crab like him own me!”’ mM (¢ "Thee