And if you're real good you may have the pleasure of driving us back to the Wekusko, Croisset, and you can be my best man at the wedding.

What do you say to that ?" "That you are mad--or a fool," retorted Jean, cracking his whip viciously.
The dogs swung sharply from the trail, heading from their southerly course into the northwest.
"We will save a day by doing this," explained Croisset at the other's sharp word of inquiry.

"We will hit the other trail twenty miles west of here, while by following back to where they turned we would travel sixty miles to reach the same point.

That one chance in a hundred which you have depends on this, M'seur.

If the other sledge has passed--" He shrugged his shoulders and started the dogs into a trot.
"Look here," cried Howland, running beside him.