DeBar knows you're after him, sure as fate, and he's taken a trail toward the Athabasca.

The best I can do is to let you have a Chippewayan who'll go with you as far as the Chariot.

That's the end of his territory, and what you'll do after that God only knows." "I'll take the chance," said Philip.

"We'll start after dinner.

I've got two dogs, a little lame, but even at that they'll have DeBar's outfit handicapped." It was less than two hours later when Philip and the Chippewayan set off into the western forests, the Indian ahead and Philip behind, with the dogs and sledge between them.