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 on the sled and lie gasping for breath. At these times he relied entirely upon Silversheene to see that his team still hugged the tail of the Scotchman's sled.

Once while he was lying prone in this way after a long run Scotty tried to give the team the slip and whipped up and dashed away into the darkness. But Silversheene was not to be tricked in that way. With excited barks he called to his team mates and soon closed up the gap. Several times that night, Scotty Ellis looked back over his shoulder at the silvery gray dog with bright eyes and lolling tongue, who clung so persistently to the tail of his sled. Then and there he made up his mind that if he was beaten it would be that dog who would do it.

As a gray streak appeared along the eastern horizon the racers reached Telegraph river, another stopping place. Here the dogs were fed tallow and rice while their masters ate their breakfasts.

Some of the men allowed themselves an