I tell you again that if you go into the North there is only one chance in a hundred that you will come back alive.

Great God, M'seur, up where you wish to go the very trees will fall on you and the carrion ravens pick, out your eyes! And that chance--that one chance in a hundred, M'seur--" "I will take," interrupted Howland decisively.
"I was going to say, M'seur," finished Jean quietly, "that unless accident has befallen those who left Wekusko yesterday that one chance is gone.

If you go South you are safe.

If you go into the North you are no better than a dead man." "There will at least be a little fun at the finish," laughed the young engineer.

"Come, Jean, hit up the dogs!" "_Mon Dieu_, I say you are a fool--and a brave man," said Croisset, and his whip twisted sinuously in mid-air and cracked in sharp command over the yellow backs of the huskies..