B ALD Y OF NOM E 



ing that for awhile he must forge ahead, 

 keeping the trail which here could be so 

 easily lost, felt that success or failure 

 would rest on his selection of dogs who 

 would follow him unfalteringly, to the 

 death if necessary. Kid was an instant 

 choice; hesitating a moment, he hooked 

 up Baldy beside Kid and gave the signal 

 to start again. Baldy's heart was filled 

 with pride; he had supposed that Tom, 

 Dick, or Harry would share the honor 

 with Kid, and now, unexpectedly it had 

 fallen to him. "Scotty" was trusting 

 him; a great victory might hinge on his 

 strength and faithfulness, and he was 

 grateful indeed for this chance to prove 

 that he was both strong and faithful. He 

 did not care though the glittering frost 

 whitened his short hair and at times 

 pierced his lean flanks like a knife thrust; 

 he hardly realized that the driving snow 

 froze his eyelashes together and caked in 



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