Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 27, 1925 — page 100: what you’re looking at

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ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY, S94 He whistled to them and struck off a j the tragic trail that Gregson had travel Better to stick to hard gone aor the dogs . But would they follow a a moment they lay there, the four of them, eyes fixed on his retreating back. He whistled again. The lead dog rose, started after him, the next dog, as the traces tightened followed, but the other two lay still. The lead dog, brought up short, whirled, snarled, bis ruff erect. Then bounded back, slashing at the reluctant pair with his white teeth. Whining they rose. His four dogs behind him, Whitey Wil- kins mushed homewards. V. TWENTY minutes Jater, Bateese, lying in his bunk, heard once more the yelps of husky dogs. Whitey was back—a palefaced little man with eyes that held a hint of horror in them. But his voice was firm as he greeted his big partner. “All aboard for Fort Peril,” shouted Whitey Wilkins, THE v Le) “You got—Gregson, he ch min’?” Bateese asked mnBe heey Later Whitey Wilkins might tell his Dart ner everything. For the moment, though his lips were sealed. : “Changed his mind? Not notice,” Whitey answered, “ But you got dogs? Where’s Gregson >» “Him? He went on.” Whitey evaded the point as best he might. “ 76 Went on. Bateese, takin’ two o’ the dogs with him. An’ now, old timer, we'll feed them brutes hearty, fix up a harness on the toboge an’ four days from this yow'll be at Fort Peril.” Bateese sighed in relief. Once ‘at the fort, hard though the journey would be the Missionary would fix that leg Properly. . Then another angle of the case struck im. “Dat old tree was hard luck for Whitey,” said Bateese, as his santhate ao the four huskies. “If T not fall an’ break my leg we might have gone look for gol’ like Gregson.” said Whitey Wilkins, So’s You'd “God forbid!” with a great sincerj . END U PEANUT COMBINATIONS A CIRCUS and a crowd, me Pop com and a bo A bag of peanuts, full, . Trust of perfect joy! Molasses candy, d peanuts, A Merger to the go And no one Wants to fight! plain, A Slice of bread, cut thin ~ Peanut butter thic Despite the Sherman Law” A Combination Slick |. A party and a An Plum-tree md Bank, d peanut politics A Malefactor rank | Charles Irvin Junkin. NOO CONMUC SS Co