"But, good Lord, man, you'll kill the dogs!" Jackpine grinned.
"They go sixt' mile in day lak dat," He grinned.
"Sixty miles!" In his admiration for the wolfish looking beasts that were carrying him through the wilderness Howland put out a hand to stroke one of them on the head.

With a warning cry the Indian jerked him back just as the dog snapped fiercely at the extended hand.
"No touch huskie!" he exclaimed.

"Heem half wolf--half dog--work hard but no lak to be touch!" "Wow!" exclaimed Howland.

"And they're the sweetest looking pups I ever laid eyes on.

I'm certainly running up against some strange things in this country!" He was dead tired when night came.