There were false ideals in the land. The social strictures of
Dawson were not synonymous with those of the previous era, and
the swift maturity of the Northland involved much wrong. Malemute
Kid was aware of this, and he had Cal Galbraith's measure
accurately.
He knew a hasty word was the father of much evil; besides, he was
minded to teach a great lesson and bring shame upon the man. So
Stanley Prince, the young mining expert, was called into the
conference the following night as was also Lucky Jack Harrington
and his violin. That same night, Bettles, who owed a great debt
to Malemute Kid, harnessed up Cal Galbraith's dogs, lashed Cal
Galbraith, Junior, to the sled, and slipped away in the dark for
Stuart River.
II
'So; one--two--three, one--two--three. Now reverse! No, no! Start
up again, Jack. See--this way.' Prince executed the movement as
one should who has led the cotillion.
'Now; one--two--three, one--two--three. Reverse! Ah! that's
better. Try it again. I say, you know, you mustn't look at your
feet. One--two--three, one--two--three. Shorter steps! You are not
hanging to the gee-pole just now. Try it over.
'There! that's the way.
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