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AUTHOR OF “Dick Kent in the Far North” “Dick Kent with the Eskimos” “Dick Kent, Fur Trader” “Dick Kent and the Malemute Mail”
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY Akron, Ohio New York
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CHAPTER PAGE I The Scar Faced Indian 3 II At Little Moose Portage 14 III Dick Shoots the Rapids 27 IV Through the Flames 39 V MacKenzie’s Landing 47 VI A Grizzly Shows Fight 55 VII The Rifled Cache 65 VIII Dick Drops a Moose 75 IX Pierre Govereau 83 X Toma and a Cold Snap 94 XI Slush Ice 102 XII The Blizzard 110 XIII Dick Sees a Ghost 120 XIV An Unwelcome Visitor 127 XV Outwitting the Enemy 135 XVI A Journey Through the Night 145 XVII The Stolen Huskies 153 XVIII A Hungry Pack 162 XIX The Circle of Death 171 XX Sandy Disappears 179 XXI The Man From Crooked Stick River 184 XXII A Skirmish in the Night 194 XXIII Gray Goose Lake 200 XXIV Chief Black Dog’s Scheme 209 XXV The Attack on the Fort 216 XXVI Lost Underground 222
Dick Kent tossed aside the wolf trap he had been trying to repair, and turned to his chum, Sandy McClaren.
“Let’s go back to your Uncle Walter’s at Fort Good Faith,” said Dick restlessly. “It’s getting too quiet around here.”
Sandy McClaren’s big blue eyes turned from the marten pelt he had been scraping. “I’m with you, Dick. Uncle Walt needs us, too. He’s still having a lot of trouble with that outlaw, Bear Henderson.”
For a year after finishing school in the United States, Dick Kent and Sandy McClaren had been pursuing adventure two hundred miles north of Hay River Landing, Canada, where they had gone to visit Sandy’s uncle. Lately they had come to Fort du Lac at the invitation of Martin MacLean, the factor there. The savage northland already had woven its spell of dangerous adventure about them, but Fort du Lac had proved dull after the excitement of the more lawless trading post supervised by Sandy’s uncle on the northern fringe of the Hudson’s Bay Company’s territory.
Dick and Sandy had turned toward the big log store building where Martin MacLean bartered for furs, when they stopped dead, looking northeast along the trail that curved about a high headland of pine forest.