"All my dogs would be dead before we reached God's Lake." David had been thinking of that.
"He will follow me," he said confidently.

"We'll simply turn him loose when we're ready to start." The Missioner nodded indulgently.

Thoreau, who had overheard, shrugged his shoulders contemptuously.

He hated Baree, the beast that would not yield to a club, and he muttered gruffly: "And to-night he will join the wolves, m'sieu, and prey like the very devil on my traps.

There will be only one cure for that--a fox-bait!--poison!" And the last hour seemed to prove that what Thoreau had said was true.
After dinner the three of them went to Baree, and David unfastened the chain from the big husky's collar.