"It 's my wife and my boy, Kid. You would not ask it."
"One day."
"No, no! I charge"—
"Only one day. We can shave it through on the grub, and I might knock over a moose."
"No,—all right; one day, but not a minute more. And Kid, don't—don't leave me to face it alone. Just a shot, one pull on the trigger. You understand. Think of it! Think of it! Flesh of my flesh, and I 'll never live to see him!
"Send Ruth here. I want to say good-by and tell her that she must think of the boy and not wait till I 'm dead. She might refuse to go with you if I did n't. Good-by, old man; good-by.
"Kid! I say—a—sink a hole above the pup, next to the slide. I panned out forty cents on my shovel there.
"And Kid!" he stooped lower to catch the last faint words, the dying man's surrender of his pride. "I 'm sorry—for—you know—Carmen."
Leaving the girl crying softly over her man, Malemute Kid slipped into his parka and snowshoes, tucked his rifle under his
