I had the Chippewayans in, and they say he left early in the night with his sledge and one big bull of a hound that he hangs to like grim death.

I'd kill that damned Indian you came up with.

I believe it was he that told the Frenchman there was an officer on the way." "Is the Frenchman here ?" asked Philip.
"Gone!" groaned Hutt again, turning his twisted knee.

"He left for the Grand Rapid this morning, and there isn't another dog or sledge at the post.

This winter has been death on the dogs, and what few are left are out on the trap-lines.