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 struck right and left and some of them even caught the dogs by their hind legs and dragged them back.

But they were too late, for when they had dispersed the dog riot the small cur for whom no one cared was dead. If they had been given time and it had been winter and they were hungry, the pack would have eaten him as well as killed him.

To Silversheene who was used to a civilized country and civilized ways this was rather terrible. But it taught him the needed lesson. Never lose your feet in a dog fight if there are dog spectators, unless you want to lose your life as well.

Late in September the first snow flurry came and Gordet came back from his prospecting expedition. The following day Silversheene's life as an Alaskan sledge dog began.