CHAPTER XI.
THE CHIEF TOTTERS FROM COMMAND It was not like Tom Reade to waste time in wondering what to do.
"Harry," he continued, once more turning upon his chum, "I want you to get a pony saddled as fast as you can.

You know that the telegraph wire is being brought along as fast as it can be done.
This morning I heard Rutter say that it was hardly five miles back of us on the trail.

Get into saddle, wire the chief at the construction camp, and bring back his orders as fast as you can ride." Hazelton replied only with a nod, then broke into a sprint for the spot where the saddle animals were tethered.

Two minutes later Harry, though not a crack horseman, left camp at a gallop.
In Blaisdell's tent matters dragged along.

Ice was needed, but none was to be had.