it not our fault. We do our best. We have always said so. What time does Selkirk expect to start in the morning?"
Selkirk was taking the police dog-team up to Fort Macpherson for supplies, if any could be spared from there; and Dick, with his long strong sled and specially-picked line of huskies, expected to keep pace with him so far. For he was an expert musher, and Andree was unusually strong for a girl.
"D'rectly after breakfast. You ought to make Macpherson in ten or eleven sleeps, I guess. Likely you'll put in a day or two there?"
"Not longer than necessary to get loaded up again—unless Andree happens to be fagged at all."
He broke off, and both men looked at Grange's Andree where she sat on the Polar bear rug with the fire from the open stove dancing on her warm oval cheeks and her slender busy hands.
"Dans les prisons des Nantes,"
she sang, and Baxter's eyes caught Dick's for a moment. Then he went back to his work with his hard, wooden face reddening with pity.
And the pity was not altogether, nor even in chief, for Andree.
