A DRIVE WITH HANSSEN 325 



liked very much to get his friend Hai to join in a little 

 fight with Hok and Togo, but for the whip. It swished 

 to and fro, in and out, among them without mercy, 

 and made them behave like good boys. After us, some 

 yards behind, came Zanko. He seemed to be put out 

 because he had not been harnessed. Meanwhile we 

 went at a gallop up the hill to the depot, and the last 

 flag was passed. There was a marked difference in the 

 daylight here now. It was eleven o'clock, and the flush 

 of dawn had risen a good way in the sky and was 

 approaching the north. The numbers and marks on 

 the cases were easily visible. 



Hanssen drew up smartly by the rows of cases and 

 halted. We stepped off the sledge. He stood still for 

 a moment and looked round, then turned the sledge 

 over, with the runners in the air. I supposed he did 

 this to prevent the dogs making off when his back was 

 turned; personally, I thought it was a poor safeguard. 

 I jumped up on a case, and sat there to await what 

 developments might come. And they came in the form 

 of Zanko. Hanssen had moved off a little way with a 

 piece of paper in his hand, and seemed to be examin- 

 ing the cases as he went along. Zanko had now 

 reached his friends, Ring and Mylius, and the meeting 

 was a very cordial one on both sides. This was too 

 much for Hok; he was on to them like a rocket, fol- 

 lowed by his friend Togo. Hai and Rap never let such 

 an opportunity escape them, and they eagerly flung 



