"Who is with this other sledge ?" "Those who tried to kill you on the trail and at the coyote, M'seur," he answered quickly.
Howland fell half a dozen paces behind.

By the end of the first hour he was compelled to rest frequently by taking to the sledge, and their progress was much slower.

Jean no longer made answer to his occasional questions.

Doggedly he swung on ahead to the right and a little behind the team leader, and Howland could see that for some reason Croisset was as anxious as himself to make the best time possible.

His own impatience increased as the morning lengthened.