George Tracy Marsh

“ Now they’ve stopped; the dogs must be played out. The driver’s trying to get them up! Now he’s got them going!”
Gillies took the telescope and looked for a long space. Suddenly to those who watched him, waiting for his report, his hand visibly shook. Turning to Jules, he bellowed:
“Jules, you travel like all hell for that dog team! God only knows how they got here alive, but there’s only one lead dog on this coast that reaches to a man’s middle. That team crawling in out there is Jean Marcel’s—God bless him!—and he’s got his man!” ”

“ Behind her swayed the crippled whelps of the wolf, tails brushing the ice, tongues lolling as they swung their lowered heads from side to side, battling through the last mile on stiffened legs, giving their last ounce at the call of their gaunt master who reeled behind them. ”