air was filled with flying débris. The hilltops he knew would be even harder to cross than these infernos of the woods. The chance of getting through looked hopeless.
"I am afraid it would be a sure-death journey, General," he said at last. "I wouldn't expect to last to get across the first gulch, General."
"But some one must go," cried the general excitedly. "The army is at stake."
The captain looked down at his dog team and sighed. There were but four in the team.
They had left three others dead in the last gulch. And it was now ten times as bad as it had been when they had come through half an hour before.
The three huskies lay as though dead, their heads between their paws, limp and
