THE PURSUIT Behind the sledge ran Howland, to the right of the team ran Jean.

Once or twice when Croisset glanced back his eyes met those of the engineer.
He cracked his whip and smiled, and Howland's teeth gleamed back coldly in reply.

A mutual understanding flashed between them in these glances.
In a sudden spurt Howland knew that the Frenchman could quickly put distance between them--but not a distance that his bullets could not cover in the space of a breath.

He had made up his mind to fire, deliberately and with his greatest skill, if Croisset made the slightest movement toward escape.

If he was compelled to kill or wound his companion he could still go on alone with the dogs, for the trail of Meleese and Jackpine would be as plain as their own, which they were following back into the South.
For the second time since coming into the North he felt the blood leaping through his veins as on that first night in Prince Albert when from the mountain he had heard the lone wolf, and when later he had seen the beautiful face through the hotel window.