Young Klondike's Arctic trail; or, Lost in a sea of ice

Citation
Young Klondike's Arctic trail; or, Lost in a sea of ice

Material Information

Title:
Young Klondike's Arctic trail; or, Lost in a sea of ice
Series Title:
Young Klondike
Creator:
Author of Young Klondike ( Old Miner )
Place of Publication:
New York
Publisher:
Frank Tousey
Publication Date:
Language:
English
Physical Description:
1 online resource (30 p.)

Subjects

Subjects / Keywords:
Dime novels ( lcsh )
Gold mines and mining -- Fiction ( lcsh )
Genre:
serial ( sobekcm )

Record Information

Source Institution:
University of South Florida
Holding Location:
University of South Florida
Rights Management:
All applicable rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier:
025502726 ( ALEPH )
15009077 ( OCLC )
Y14-00023 ( USF DOI )
y14.23 ( USF Handle )

Postcard Information

Format:
serial

Downloads

This item has the following downloads:


Full Text

PAGE 1

II STO RlES OF A GOLD SEEKER. issue d S e nii-111onthly -By S1tbsc ,.iptio n $1.25 p e1' y ea1'. Ente red as Second Class 11Iatter a t t h e N ew Y01k Pos t Office, by F'ranlc Tous ey "' f No. 15 NEW.YORK. SEPTEMBER 28, 1898. Price 5 Cents. Ned and Dick joined the Unknown and they rurrie d toward the spot where the caribou had fallen. they had cov ered h a lf the distance t {vo Indians sprang out from among the tre es. "How! How!" shoute d one, wa;ving "White boys no take! How! How!" [

PAGE 2

Stories o f a Gold Seeker. Issued Subscription $1.25 p e r y ear. Ent ered as Class Matte,. !1-t the. New York. N. Y.,_ Pos.t Q{fice, March 15, 189& Entered according to Act of Congress in the _year 1898, in the office of the Librarian of Cong1ess, I I ashington, D. C., by Prank 'l'ousey, 29 West 26th Street, New York. NEW Y ORK, September 28, 1 898. Price 5 oung Arctic Trail; OR LOST IN A SEA OF ICE. BY AUTHOR OF YOUNC KLONDIKE. CHAPTER I. i One was the celebrated Ned Golden, better known among the miners as Young Klondike, his companion PROSPECTING ON BONANZA CREEK. PROBABLY no more fascinating business is man than prospecting for gold. known was Dick Luckey, and the young lady was Miss Edith It is all a lottery. You may strike it rich the first y, or you may work weeks and strike nothing. Plenty of patience, lots of perseverance a .nd an ter indifference to surrounding circumstances are rn qualifications which make a good prospector, and et in the wonderful Klondike country where so 1any millions in nuggets and dust have been wrested om the em brace of the frozen soil, there are thou l,nds who possess all the patience and perseverance naginable and yet have never struck it rich and ery likely never will. But there are others-others who have made their illions on the Klondike and are making them still. One pleasant afternoon late in the month of May 1ur persons might have been seen working their way :p the world-famous Bonanza Creek, in a pretty aphtha launch. Two were stalwart young fellows, full of intelli ence and clear grit, the third was a young girl of i>me nineteen years, and the fourth a short, elderly tan, rather stout, but exceedingly active in all his wvements. He wore big army boots and a battered plug bat, nd at the time we first call attention to him was en aged in steering the boat and staring around at the rrounding mountains, appa:rently looking for someing which he did not see. If the occupants of the launch had been in Dawson lity they would have attracted general attention, for bis was the famous firm of Golden & Luckey, who rere reputed to have taken out more gold on the :1ondike than any other four persons w h o ever came 1> that desolate region. Welton, a San Francisco girl, with whom Ned and Dick fell in on their way to Alaska, rescuing her from a wrecked steamer, while the little man with the big boots p rofessed to be a detective out in the Klondike country searching for a mysterious criminal. A detective he certainly had been, but he was a. miner now and he was known far and wide as the Unknown, rather a singular fact, arising from the fact that for some mysterious reason he would tell his name to nobody. Even his partners knew him by no other name than Zed. Explanations first and have done w ith them-that's the principle on which we have gone this time, for what is once told won't have to be told over again. We may as well make a clean job of i t by adding that Ned and Dick left New York a couple of poor clerks and were now worth their millions. Edith, failing t<> find her father at Dawson City, as she had expected to do, had shared their fortunes good .and bad, and was now worth as much as either of them, and the same may be said for the Unknown, who had come in for bis share of every find "One wo u ld think," remarked the detecti ve, tilting his tall hat further back on his head, that we had e nough already without starting out on a prospecting t our so late i n the season, but there's no satisfying Y oun g Klondike, that's one thing." R idic u lo us," replied Ned. "What's tbe use of setting me u p as being over greedy for gold?" "We're all i n it," said Dick "We are all dead in love with this life of advent ure," added Edith, "and I think we can safely say that except for the satisfaction of succeeding, we don't

PAGE 3

2 YOUNG KLONDIKE'S .ARCTIC 'l'RAiL. care a rap whether we strike it rich or not this trip. f "I should say that this was first rate," remark Anyhow, I know that's the case with me." I the Unknown, looking about. "Dick, you're "It certainly is with me," said Ned. ''.We've got I genius, and your very name is lucky. 1f we fail all we want, but for my part I'm dead in love with I make a ten strike here, I shall miss my guess." prospecting and can't sit idle. We started out to "We can only try it," said Edith. "Suppose 1 prospect up here at the headwaters of Bonanza Creek, get the tent up and I'll fix you up the best dinn .. and we are doing it.-that's all." you ever had. If we are going to stay here a f "Yes, I'm doing it now," chuckled the lit .tle detect-days, we may as well make ourselves comfortable ive, turning his head from one side to the other. "I'm the start." taking in everything, but by the Jumping Jeremiah! "Ye gods and little fishes, that's a proposition I don't see a square inch of flatland anywhere, and as fully agree with," exclaimed the detective, "and to prospecting on the sides of these infernal mount-the same token there's fresh meat for us now! Loo a.ins, I ain't in it-I tell you that flat !" look!" "Hello !" cried Dick, suddenly. "Speaking of caribou, by g.racious !" cried Ned, seizing :fiat, there's one right ahead of us now." I rifle. "Hanged if there isn't !" added Ned, looking forClose up to the rise of the rocks the animal h ward. 1 suddenly made its appearance, coming out from There was something exciting in working in a new I clump of trees. and only partially explored region. It bent its head to drink from the stream, and Our prospectors were up among the mountains of a moment Young Klondike would have blazed awa the Indian River range, a country very little known. if the Unknown had not suddenly seized his arm. True they had been here before-there were few "Hold on there Hold on! We want that !" places in the Klondike region where they had not been exclaimed. "Let Edith fire!" -but they had never started to explore it with a view "Which is as much as to say that our chanc -0f doing any actual gold digging until now. I of getting it go for little if I do the shooting?" sa And they were in good shape for it. Everything Ned, lowering his rifle. "Well, perhaps you're righ in the way of mining tools and provisions that money Edith is certainly the best shot on the Klondike. I' could buy were securely packed in a boat in tow of ta. ke a back seat." the launch. "A ca ribou is not so easy to hit," said Edit Young Klondike's means were unlimited, and he pro"but I think Ned could hit this one all right." posed to put in several weeks up here in the Indian "While you stop to talk our chances are growin country. beautifully less," declared the detective. "Go ahea If he succeeded in locating rich diggings, as he my dear, we want the caribou. Do the job up in yo hoped to do, it was his intention to take possession of usual style." a large tract of hmd, divide it into claims and sell It was certainly no exaggeration to call Edith t them out to the tenderfeet, as new-comers on the best shot on the Klondike. Klondike a.re called. She was, in fact, a splendid shot ; she could take "I should think that might do for a starter, Dick," I bird on the wing and never miss, stalk a deer or kill he remarked, as they drew nearer to the strip of flat moose at long range, all of which she had learned i land to which their attention had be e n directed by California long before she came to Alaska, and th Dick Luckey. "Anyhow, the clay is pretty well ad-brave girl was now about to give an exhibition of he vanced; suppose we make a landing there and tie up skill. for the night. It won't do us any harm to have a She her rifle, sighted the caribou, and le look around." fly. Thus saying Ned directz:i t.he launch into a little The animal made one spring back from the etrea cove where a small str.:;am emptied into Bonanza half rose on its hind legs, and fell forward quit Creek. dead. The first view of the place was certainly encour"Job done/' said the Unknown, darting forward aging. "All that now remains is to collar the game." Hr.re the mountains set back from the creek for a Ned and Dick joined him and they hurried towar distance of perhaps a thousand feet, leavir:g a stretch the spot where the caribou had fallen. of several hundred acres of flat land between the rise Before they had covered half the distance two In of the rocks and the water. dians sprang out from among the trees. Through this stretch the stream which came "How! How!" shouted one, waving them back rushing down the mountain side made its way into "White boys no take How How !" the creek, and certainly no better place for gold hunt-They seized the caribou between them and ran bac ing could be asked for. On the Klondike, as else-among the trees. where, it is on such flat stretches that gold is most "Thunder I doo't like this !" cried Dick, and u often found in paying quantities, and there was no went his rifle, but Ned and the Unknown both calle one better aware of this than Young Klondike and out not to fire. bis friends. "Let them have it! Let them go!" said Youn

PAGE 4

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC TRAIL. 3 Klondike. "It won't pay at all to kill one of those fellows. If we do, it will be nothing but an Indian fight all the rest of the trip." "That's what's the matter," declared Ned. "Let them have the old caribou, Dick." ""Yes, let them have it. I've no doubt it's as tough as leather," chuckled the Unknown. They waited a moment, half expecting to see the Indians reappear, but they did not show themselves again. "What's the matter? What are you stopping for?" called out Edith, who had not observed the In dians. They went back and told what had occurred, and the hours of that day were somewhat anx ious ones. All hands fully expec1 ;ed an attack from the In d.ians, and a careful watch was kept all night, Ned, Dick and the Unknown taking turns. None came, however. The lengthening night passed away and found the little camp on Bonanza. 'undisturbed. Now it may seem strange that Young Klondike's party should have remained in so d angerous a spot. This is easily understood when we mention that any other place they could have gone to would have been equally dangerous. As a rule the Indians make little trouble along the line of the Yukon River a:Q.d the Klondike; but away up here at the headwaters of Bonanza Creek they are not used to the whites, and have no desire to get used to them. On the other hand Young Klondike and his party were well used to Indian fighting and quite able to take care of themselves. So they pitched their tent there by the stream and passe d no more uncomfortable a night than they would have done if .the Indians had not shown them selves. When morning found them still secure they gave up thinking about the matter and prepared to go to work and dig for gold. Shall we take it by the stream or along the line of the creek ?" aske d Dick, afte r breakfast. "All I'm afte r is the best place of course." Which is all any of us are after," said Ned. "I should say that the bank of the stream was the best location of the two." "Then the bank of the stream let it be," said Dick. "I'll mark out the shaft hole. I suppose we've got to burn out the frost here same as everywhere else?" Now, instead of quoting the conversation which fol lowed, let us indulge in a little mining talk by way of explanation, so that the reader may understand just what mining in the Klondike means. Up in Alaska the frost never comes out of the ground, the heat of the short summer being insuffi cient to thaw the frozen earth. This condition of things prevails almost everywhere, and in order to reach the gold deposit, which as a rule lies at a depth of about twenty feet, it is necessary to build huge fires and shovel mud until the frost limit is passed. Thus prospecting at the start is slow work, and much patience is required. Young Klondike and his friends were well used to all this. No one understood the business better, and they went about it in this instance in the usual way. The first day was entirely consumed in dragging wood to the spot chosen. There was plenty to be had at the foot of the mountain, and before night fell upon them again an immense pile of dry brush and logs had been col lected. During the day they were here, there, and every where along the base of the mountains, but nothing of the Indians was seen. Immediately after supper the boys and the Un known proceeded to lay the fire, which was to be al lowed to burn all night, fed by whoever happened to be on gtlard. Ned took his turn first, Dick and the Unknown roll ing themselves up in their blankets about nine o'clock, at which time Edith retired to her separate tent, not to be disturbed until morning, unless something un usual occurred. For an hour or more the big pile of burning brush wood sent a dense column of smoke skyward, and then began to die down. Ned, who had been sitting by the creek watching the coming stars, for darkness was now gathering, arose and walked over to the fire to put on more wood. He had almost reached it when he saw a tall In dian wearing a bear skin flung over his shoulders suddenly rise up from behind the fire. "Ugh! Ugh!" he grunted, raising a fine rifle and covering Ned: "Stand still, white boy! Stand still !" CHAPTER II. THE BEGINNING OF THE BIG STORM. IT was not yet quite dark, and the fire's light made everything as bright as day about the camp, so Young Klondike had no difficulty in seeing his savage foe. He stood perfectly still, for to attempt resistance under the circumstances would have been the merest folly. Perhaps he might have shot the Indian, but if he happened to miss then trouble would surely come, for Ned knew well enough that the big buck could not be alone. "What do you want?" he called out. "If it's bread I'll give it to you. I'm the red man's friend." "Ugh! Ugh!" grunted the Indian, not lowering his rifle. "Yes, me want bread. Come here, white boy, me talkee-talkee heap talk. Come, me no shoot now." ,_.

PAGE 5

4 YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC '!'RA.IL. "Put down your rifle then," said Ned. "See, I've ing Jeremiah! what does all this mean?" exclaime put down mine." the astonished detective, catching sight of Youn "Ugh Ugh Come on Me no shoot. Come, Klondike as he lay there a prisoner by the fire. white boy, no be afraid!" Ned could only answer with his eyes, until the U Now the last thing Ned wished to dO was to show known jumped in and set him free, when, of cours fear in a case like this. he lcat no time telling his story. He rather prided himself on his way of dealing with "And you allowed yourself to be captured by a lo the Indians, and he had made many friends among of thieving Indians!" exclaimed the detective. "You them; so he walked boldly on toward the fire, only Well, well! I never should have thought of such to learn too late that he was making a mistake. thing!" All at once two big bucks rose up alongside of him, "I'm ashamed of it-thoroughly ashamed of it !' and before he had time to realize what was happensaid Ned. "I haven't a word to say." ing, Young Klondike found himself a prisoner in their "Is everything gone ?" hands. Blest if I know They carried a way a lot. Wh) It was useless to struggle, for the grip of the In-didn't you wake up? You must have slept awfu dians was lik_e iron. Ned's Winchester was wrenched I sound to let them take the rifles out of the tent." away from him, and when the buck who had first ap, "Well, I guess I must. By the Jumping Jeremiah peared came running up laughing, he found an easy I'm only too relieved to think they didn't scalp us o subject to tie hand and foot, which he promptly did. carry away Edith. Don't say a word, Young Klon Ned was terribly chagrined, and naturally not a I dike; we've got to get square for this." little frightened. Of course fears for the safety of h_is friends ha The Indians kept perfect silence and so did he, for been the first thing that troubled Young Klondike it would have done no good whatever to talk. but that was relieved by the Unknown, who reportec A moment later and he had no chance to talk, even Dick all right, and ran into the tent to have a loo! if he wanted to, for the big buck stuffed his mouth at Edith before a word was said. full of paper. It was a bitter experience for the little camp o Then they rolled him over so close to the fire that Bonanza Creek, but still there was no thought o it almost singed his clothes, and with a grunt and a moving away to another location. laugh walked away. Dick was awakened and a council of war held, bu Poor Ned struggled and kicked, did everything be Edith was not disturbed until morning. When a could to free himself, but it was all no use. last she heard the story, it had been d9cided to re A prisoner he was and a pl'isoner he was likely to main just where they were. remain until the Indians chose to set him free. It wouldn't do them any good to go away, for the For ten minutes and more be lay there in a state were liable to run into the same thing anywhere tbeJ of mind which was anything but pleasant, and at the might locate, and after all these Indians were only end of that time had the satisfaction, if it could be so thieves. called, of seeing the Indians go. "Let's keep right along as though nothing bad They were only a gang of thieves it seemed, for happened," said Dick. "We'ye &'ot provisions they made no effort to attack the sleepers in the enough left for a week and the best of the mining tents. tools are with us still." Ned saw them hurry off to the woods loaded down "I'll go out on the scout and locate the camp of with provisions, and such tools as they took a fancy those fellows," declared the Unknown. "I don't to. despa.ir at all of getting some of the stuff back." The rifles all went, of course. Ned and Dick Jaughed heartily at this, for So stealthily did they work that neither Dick, with the Unknown it was anything to get rid of Edith or the Unknown were aroused. doing mining work, which he hated with all his "Good-by, white boy Good-by!" they sung out, soul. as they walked off with the pick of the valuables of He was off for the mountains shortly after break; the camp. fast, leaving Ned and Dick to continue the work Ned could bear them l;wghing and chuckling, and alone. he struggled harder than ever to free himself, but he Not all alone either, for Edith helped them, and did not succeed any better than before, and did not Edith was as good a.s any man at mining. get free until half an hour later, when he saw the First they cleared away the remains of the fire Unknown come out of the tent sleepily rubbing his and started in digging. eyes. Three feet was all they were able to sink the shaft "Hello, Young Klondike Hello !" be called out. before they struck the frost again. "Where are you? Hey! Hello !" Then another fire bad to be built. This was allowed Of course Ned was in no shape to answer, and could to burn for two hours and then the ashes were cleared only wait for the Unknown to come to him, which be away and the digging resumed. presently did. This time they only got down eighteen inches, but "Ned! Hello! Upon my word! By the Jump-by alternating between burning and digging they

PAGE 6

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC TRAIL. sunk the shaft about eight feet through the loamy watching. Don't laugh, Dick. The Indians won't soil by the end of the day. catch me napping again. Hello! Here it comes! "A good day's work," remarked Dick, as he and It's beginning to snow." Ned were washing up in the creek for supper. "I Such was the fact. First a few flakes straggled don't believe we would have done a bit better if the down, coming then faster and faster. Unknown had been here." It drove them all inside the tent, but Edith pos" I doubt if we should, replied Ned. "There itively declined to go to sleep. would have been more talk and less work-that's all." "We've got to stay up and watch, that's all there "I wish be would come back, though," called is about it," she said. Edith, from the tent. "I must say I don't much like "Or go out on the hunt for the Unknown," sug-the idea of being here without him to-night." gested Dick . It was the first allusion which had been made to Ned shook his head gloomily, decla .ring that it was the affair of the night before, and yet all day long impossible. they had been in danger of an attack by the Indians, "Where should we go to look for him?" he asked. and not a rifte to defend themselves with. It was "It's no use talking about it. We'd better remain true they had their revolvers, but those would not right where we are." have amounted to much at long range. I A dreary hour followed. Inside of a few moments "Worst of it is it's going to storm,:and I wouldn't I it was snowing fast, the wind whirling the flakes wonder if it turned out a big one," said Dick, looking about the tent, and threatening to overturn it at up at the darkened sky. any moment. Now, a storm iu May in the Klondike country may Our Klondikers were in the greatest danger, and or may not prove a serious matter, for it is liable to they all knew it, yet nobody said a word about it, be either rain or snow. but just sat there watching, listening and talking as "It would probably put an end to the prospecting cheerfully as they could, to help keep up each other's for some time if this storm turned out to be snow," spirits. Ned declared. By twelve o'clock a foot or more had_ fallen. "We won't fret it," said Dick. "It may By one it was twice as deep Ned and Dick bad not be anything worse than a big rain fall." all they could do to keep it from tumbling into the "Which will fill qp our prospect hole and leave us tent, and were forced to keep shoveling it away to high and dry for a couple of days." keep the passage clear. "High and dry above a shaft full of water,'' "Of course we won't see Zed to-night or the In-laughed Dick. "'Upon my word that's pretty good." dians either," declared Dick at last. "I should say They sat down to supper. It grew more and more I that the best thing we can do is to go to sleep." overcast and the wind began to blow up the valley, "You can and Edith ought to," declared Young sighing mournfully among the trees at the foot of the I Klondike, "but I shall remain on the watch, for mountains. there is no telling what time the Unknown may come "I don't like this at all,'' said Edith. ''I do wish I in." the Unknown would come in." He had scarcely spoken when a shot rang out above The boys grew more worried as the evening ad-the howling of the wind. vanced, for the thermometer began to fall rapidly as All sprang to their feet and ran out into the snow. sunset drew near. "That's Zed !" cried Edith. "This wind blows straight from the North Pole, in "Or the Indians!" echoed Dick. my opinion,'' declared Dick. "I tell you what it is, "No; it's Zed. That was a revolver shot." Ned, neither you nor I want to sleep this night." "Sure?" You bet I don't. Unless Zed comes in." Edith is right," declared Ned. "We must "Oh, don't fret about him. You know as well as I answer it." do that he is always going off like this and running He immediately drew his own revolver and fired his nose into any danger, but at the right moment he twice. always turns up again." This was a regular signal always used by our little "I only hope it will be so to night, then. We shall party of Klondikers. It meant "the camp lies this have to go out anu look for him if he don't show up way." soon." To complete the signal three shots shol
PAGE 7

6 YOUNG KLONDIKE"S ARC1'JC TRAIL. ed. "By the Jumping Jeremiah, I believe it:s going to snow l" CHAPTER III. THE MAN WHO DIED WITH THE STORM. IF ever a man received a warm welcome on a cold night it was the Unknown. He came into the hut all white with snow and look ing like Santa Claus with a plug hat. "Ye gods and little fishes, I'm half frozen he cried. "Haven't you got a fire here? We'll freeze to death before morning sure." Now this was strange talk for the Unknown, and all knew that he must be very cold. The Unknown never would dress to suit the climate, and even in the severest weather he always declared he did not feel the cold. can only see mountain upon mountain as far as the eye can reach." "How ma.ny years will it be before that country is prospected?" mused Ned. "It may never be, but it's my belief that inside of two years you'll see prospectors all over it," replied the detective. "We ain't the first who have been up here and we ain't going to be the last, for-hello What was that?" "A cry in the storm!" exclaimed Edith, springing up from the big bearskin in which she had been reclin ing. "What can it mean?" Now, naturally when one is many miles from no where, the sound of a human voice, heard under such circumstances, is likely to create excitement. Everybody in the tent was on the alert at once, and immediately gathered around the fire, striving to penetrate the darkness and whirl of falling fia. kes. "Help Help! Help !" came the voice again. "I'm perishing in the storm! Help me to get to the fire or I shall die !" "Tha. t means another tramp through the snow," "We haven't felt the need of a fire we are wrapped cried the Unknown, seizing the lantern. "By the up so warm," replied Ned, "but it won't take long Jumping Jeremiah! I thought I was through for to to build one if you think there's no danger of its night." bringing the Indians down on our camp." Ned and Dick quickly joined him, but Edith re" Indians be blamed," cried the detective. "I don't mained pehi.nd, and some twenty minutes later saw believe there's an Indian within twenty miles of us. them returning slowly through the drift. I've been everywhere and haven't seen a trace of Dick was in advance with the lantern; Ned and the them. Hustle your fire up as quick as you can, boys, Unknown followed, carrying between them the body or I'll have to tell my name so's you can put it on my of a man, head and feet, staggering under their heavy coffin plate. As sure as shooting I've got to get burden, as they slowly advanced toward the tent. warm or die." "Dead, Dick?" called Edith. This was strange talk for the Unknown, and Ned "Well, I don't know," replied Dick. "I shouldn't and Dick hurried over to the pile of brush wood, and wonder. He hasn't spoken since we picked him out by the aid of their patent kindlings soon had a blazof the snow down by the creek." ing fire on the snow before the tent. "I tell you he ain't dead," declared the Unknown, The Unknown stamped his feet .rubbed his "but it don't follow at all that he won't die. He's hands, warming himself before the cheerful blaze. an old man and pretty badly used up, but if you ask "We'd better keep this up all night," he said, me who he is or how he came here, I'll never tell "and first thing to-morrow let's start down the you, coz why, I don't know." creek. This trip is a dead failure. We haven't pro-They brought him into the tent and laid him down visions enough to last us a week, and it's liable to be on the bearskin. two before we can do any prospecting again." He had long gray hair and a grizzled beard, his "And let all our work go for nothing," said Dick. horny hands and general rough appearance showing "Come, I don't like that." plainly that he was no tenderfoot. "Oh, we can come back again," declared Ned. On the other hand, Young Klondike knew almost "Of course, we've got to quit for the present. Only every old timer on the Yukon, but he did not know thing I hope is that the creek ain't frozen up again." this man. "No danger of that," said the detective. "Now, "Edith, my dear, if you'll be. good enough to get boys and Edith, don't you want to know where I've into your own tent we'll work over him and see what been?" can be done," said the detective. "You may as "I'm agreeable, I'm sure," replied Ned. "I was well go to sleep while you are about it, and leave him only waiting for you to get warmed up." to us. If he dies you can't help it, a.nd I'm sure it "Well, I'm warmer now and don't mind talking. won't be our fault." I've been to the top of the mountain and it's the The first thing they did after Edith retired was to greatest wonder in the world I ever got down again. strip the poor old fellow and rub him down with I tell you it's a great. view from there-a great view. whisky, forcing it betv;een his set lips after a little, You can see for miles and miles in every direction." I when signs of life began to appear. "Any camps visible?" asked Dick. He choked and gasped and opened his eyes, but it "A few fires off Dawson way, but to the you I was some time before he could speak, and then it w a s

PAGE 8

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC 'IRAIL. j only to mutter a few words of thankfulness for the help that had been given him. "Who are you ? What's your name? Where did It seemed as if he had been a miner for a long time,. and that at some period of his life he had struck a. rich find which he was not able to avail himself of you comti from?" demanded the Unknown, asking and had buried. half a dozen questions at once. But he might as well have asked none, for the poor old fellow was unable to answer. "Give him another drink and let him sleep," said Ned. "It may put some life into him, but it's no sort of use trying to talk to him now." This was certainly it. He kept dwelling on it over and over again. Suddenly he straightened up and clapped Ned on the shoulder. "You he cried. "You 're the fellow who can get it You must get it You shall get it Follow the Arctic Trail and dig up the buried gold!" Morning dawned. It was still snowing, and our Klondikers were still watching beside the sleeping man. "Come, you're better now!" said Ned, soothingly_ When Edith came into the tent at six o'clock the "You'll live to get it yourself, my poor friend." situation had not chanO'ed at all. The old man I "Hold on!" whispered the Unknown. "Don't yol.? breathed faintly, but it "'was altogether uncertain at conclusions. That is dying, dear boy. whether he would live or die. Listen to every word he says. "There's nothing to do but to let him sleep it out," It seemed then for the moment as if it were all said the Unknown; "Meanwhile, we ma. y as well for the old man's eyes closed and his head fell forhave breakfast. It's my opinion the storm is about ward. over. He'll either die with it or begin to mend when They thought he was gone, but it was still snowing the snow stops-you'll see." a little, and the Unknown as he passed Ned his flask,.. It was a tremendous storm. Fully five feet of declared that he was not yet dead and would not die snow had fallen on a level, and all thought of any until the end of the st.orm. further prospecting for the present must be aban-After the drink the old man revived again and in a doned-that Ned plainly saw. moment began to talk rapidly, speaking in a more Breakfast was eaten and they had just finished, I distinct voice than before. when a faint sound from the bearskin attracted the attention of all. The old man was awake and was trying t.o rise. "Where am I? Where am I?" he gasped, faintly. "Is this death? Has it come at last? Shall I never get that gold?" Young Klondike was at his side in an instant, supporting him to a sitting position and at the same time giving him a drink out of the Unlrnown's flask. It revived him a little, and he seemed to collect his scattered senses. "I know now. You saved my life," he said faintly. "I was trying to make my way to where I left my boat, further up the creek, and the storm overtook me. You came to my help, but it was too late-too late. I'm a goner. My strength is failing fast. I'm g oing to die, but you shall be rewarded, young man. I'll make you rich-rich All rich l Yes-yes It will be no use to me now, so I might as well do it. I'll start you off on the Arctic Trail." Now all this wa. s muttered faimly in broken sentences. Ned had to bend his ear close to catch the "Yes," he said, "you are the fellow. You are strong and young and have got all your life before you. You shall have the buried gold." Ned would have answered, but the Unknown motioned to him to keep silent, and the dying man talked on. "My name is Raymond Reynolds," he "I'm an old Canadian prospector, a regular old I was on the Yukon twenty years ago and wa.s up the Klondike before that river had a name, but the greatest strike I ever made was away up beyond the Arctic Circle, me and Al Evans, my partner, five years ago. We dug out blame near a million on the north shore of Kotzebue Sound, but we were starving and had to bury the bulk of it, for our schooner was nipped in the ice and we were twenty-three days in an open boat." He paused and appeared to doze off again. "Listen-listen close," said the Unknown. "He'U die with the storm and before he goes we want to. know where he buried that gold." words, and he did not feel quite certain that the man A moment more and poor Reynolds suddenly re-knew exactly what he was saying. vived again. "What is he talking about?" asked Dick, drawing ''. Yoq want to strike Fish Point where the big nearer. standing rock is !" he cried hastily, the death rattle "Listen! Listen!" whispered the Unknown. sounding in his throat as he spoke. "There's the "That man has got something to tell, and he hasn't first trail post. It's marked R. R. Twenty miles in got long to tell it in. Don't you make any mistake there-twenty you don't miss 'em_ on that score." Look out for the mastodon's head?" The man kept right on murmuring. He did. not "It has stopped snowing l" said Edith in a whisper_ seem to realize that he was talking to any one at first, Did this simple remark break the slender thread! :wd his sentences were broken and indistinct, but the which held the dying man to earth? talk was all of gold. Perhaps!

PAGE 9

8 YOUNG KLONDiKE'S .ARCTIC TR.AIL. At all events he suddenly fell backward with a I take him up to Kotzebue Sound, and was wandering sickening gasp. Old Raymond Reynolds died with the storm. CHAPTER IV. OFF FOR THE ARCTIC TRAIL. ONE bright day in the latter part of May the sec steamer of the season out from Dawson City started for St. Michaels. about trying to raise it. That's the way the thing looks to me." "Well, we won't have any trouble on that score," laughed Dick. I "I rather think not. We'll fit up the best steamer that can be had for money at St. Michaels, and if we can't get one there we'll go on to Juneau, and if it ain't to be had there we'll keep on to 'Frisco, or any other old place till we do get it, and I tell you what it is, boys, I have a presentiment that I'm going 1lp to Kotzebue for another purpose. I may be wrong, but There was an immense crowd to see the gold hunt-that's what I think." -ers sail. All Dawson was on the levee. It was good-by to this one, and good-by to that one. :Everybody on shore was calling to somebody on the steamer, but "Good-by, Young Klondike! Good by !" was the cry which sounded above all the rest. Was Young Klondike then on board the Gold .Hunter too? Most assuredly he was, and Edith, Dick and the unknown were with him. They came down from Bonanza Creek nearly two weeks before, and had only been waiting for the Gold Hunter to start, to be off on the business which the steamer's name implied. For once Young Klondike's prospecting had proved a failure. It was not at all likely that he would ever return to the little cove up among the Indian river mountains or again see the trial shaft in which they buried the remains of poor Reynolds, the man who -0.ied with the storm. "Come now, come!" laughed Ned. that." "None of "Oh, I mean what I say. It's my belief that at last I'm going to find my man." Now this was an old joke with Young Klondike, Edith and Dick. There never had been a time when they started off on a new venture, that they did not have to hear the 1'ame thing from the Unknown. He was always ex pecting to find that mysterious criminal, whom he was supposed to be hunting, who he liked to call "his man." In fact, it was a favorite trick of the Unknown's to suddenly pounce upon some luckless individual in a crowd, and declare that he had found his man at last. It was a wonder that he had not been shot long ago, through over indulgence in this singular pro pensity. Dick declared that the detective was always care-That night on deck was one of the most charming ful to pick out a man he could easily handle, and this .ever on the Yukon. might well be true, for the Unknown was as strong Young Klondike's party gathered in the stern, and as an ox, and could handle almost any man going; as usual fell to talking over their affairs. The hour was certain it wa. s that he did not hesitate to tackle the fate, and almost everyone had retired-at least, they slouchy man with the fur cap. thought so, for they did not see the slouchy fellow with the fur cap, who crept in behind the deck-house ;and stood peering out at them in a curious way. Suddenly he saw him peering out from behind the deck-house drinking in every word said. "By the Jumping Jeremiah, there'smyman now!" he exclaimed, springing up and pouncing on him be fore the fellow had time to beat a retreat. "What luck are we going to have this time, Young Klondike?" asked the Unknown. "Is this a wild goose chase, or what is it? It seems about the craziest venture yet, and still--" "What's the matter? Who is it?" cried Ned, "Still you have faith in it," laughed Dick. "If you springing up with Dick. hadn't we should have heard from you long before "My man! A spy! A blame spy !" cried the dethis." tective, who bad the fellow by the shoulders and was "You bet!" shaking him as a dog would shake a rat. "Watch "Of course," said Dick, "there is no telling whether me put the handcutfs on him, boys. Ye and ,all that talk poor old Reynolds made amounts to anyI little fishes! Wrong again!" thing or not." As he said this the Unknown threw the fellow away "It did-I know it did," said Ned. "I tell you that from him, his head striking against the deck-house man was not ma.d, though what in the world ever with a force that almost cracked his skull. brought him away up there in Bonanza Creek, when "What the blue blazes do you mean by that?" he knew where he could put his hands on a buried cried the man, suddenly whipping out a revolver. million, is more than I can say." "I'll learn you to insult a gentleman, you gosh "That's what's the matter," said the Unknown. blamed fool!" "Still, it's one thing to know where gold has been There might well have been trouble then, but Ned buried awa y up on the north end of Alaska within the was too quick for him. Arctic Circle, and quite another to get there. Perhaps "Drop that!" he cried, drawing his own revolver lie didn't have the dough to fit out a second schooner to I on the instant. "Drop it right now !"

PAGE 10

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC TRAIL. 9 "What did he want to grab me like that for?" l visions up to Dawson. The provisions, however, growled the fellow, sulkily. "Say, is be crazy or arrive and the scheme was aoondoned, and now what?" the Viking was for sale. "It was a mistake, my good friend, and I've al-There was no question about price. ready begged your pardon," said the detective Young Klondike had all the money he wanted . blandly. "I mistook you for someone elst." There was no man in Alaska better able to gratify "Like blazes you did!" his desires than Ned Golden. "Well, I did. What did you want to listen to So the Viking was bought and duly fitted up with what we were saying for? That's where the trouble everything needed for the voyage. Provisions, min began." I ing tools, comforts and even luxuries were stowed "Who said I was listening to you? Can't a man away as best they could be, and on a bright morning stand here on the deck as well as you?" 1 early in June the Viking sailed. "Oh, that's all right." Only three men were engaged to accompany the "No, it ain't all right, either! You've insulted expedition. me. I'm just as good as any man on this steamer, Captain Conover, an experienced navigator, was in and you'll find it out before you get through, as sure charge, Jim Leary wa.s to boss the engine-room, and a s my name is Mike Dresser. My time will come Dave White, a rough-looking fellow, engaged at the vet." J last moment, was to act as chief cook and bottle Having said this, Mr. Mike Dresser slouched away, washer and man of all work about deck. evidently not caring to meet the deck hands, who now "How do we go, Ned ?" asked Edith, as St. came hurrying up. Michaels Island began to grow small behind them. The Unknown made an explanation which satisfied "I suppose I ought to know all about it, but I don't." them, and they soon withdrew. "Well, we are in the North Sound now," replied "Now, look at that !" said Edith. "That's what Ned, "and we strike across it to the big projecting you get for your folly What on earth was the use in point of land which forms the easterly shore of going for that fellow, I'd like to know?" Behring Straits." "I thought he was my man," chuckled the d "etect"And then?" ive. "You know that as well as I can tell you, dear boy." "I don't know anything of the !'?Ort, nor you, either." "Well, then, I know he was a spy, and that he was listening to every word we were saying." "Come, that' s more like it. Was he really doing that?'' "That's what he was." "Well, he couldn't have heard much, then." "Why, then we strike right out to sea across the mouth of Kotzebue Sound, and make for the north shore. When we get there the job will be to locate the standing rock." "And if we don)t do that we shall have our labor for our pains?" "That's about the size of it, but I think we shall do it. I have every confidence in this scheme." "Wonder what became of Mike Dresser ?" remarked Dick, as he sat watching the man White swabbing up the deck. "He heard enough to know what our plans were, and don't you forget it. Now it will be all over the steamer that we are going up to the Arctic searching "By the Jumping Jeremiah, now that's strange!" for buried gold." exclaimed the Unknown. 11 What's strange?" asked Dick. But the Unknown was a wrong there, for as the voyage continued nothing of the sort occurred. _That you should make. remark JUSt as I was Moreover Mr. Mike Dresser gave them a wide I askmg myself the same thmg. berth. It ;as rumored on board the Gold Hunter "I'll bet you what you .said "that I that the man bel011ged in Circle City, was on his way I why you fell?ws were of Mike Dresser to San Francisco with a good pile; but whether this JUSt at that particular moment. wa.s true or false, Young Klondike found no means of :: And ?''. deman?ed the t 11. t the time they went ashore at St Mi-1 was thm kmg of him myself. e mg up o I h ?" chaels, after which they saw Mr. Mike Dresser no ask you agam and w Y "Because that fellow looks like him, that's all. You more. . Leaving the Gold Hunter here, our little party now 1 me a fool for so, but I can t help set out to prepare for the next stage of their long and thrnkmg it all the same. perilous iourney. ."Upon my \.'\"Ord, you have spoken my thoughts!" There was no steamer of any size to be had at St. cried the Unknown. Michaels, but fortunately they were able to enga,ge a "Can it be the same man?" asked Edith, "I congood substantial tug which seemed to be just the \fess I"see no resemblance at all." thirig for their purpose. I "Nor I, as he looks now," said Diclc "Mr. Mike Its name was the Viking, and Ned learned that it Dresser wore side whiskers, big bla .ck ones, and this had come up from San Francisco the fall before, for j fellow is clean shaved, but--" the purpose of towing flat-boats loaded with pro"But his clean shaving has been done within two

PAGE 11

10 YOUNG KLONDIKE'S .ARQTIC TRAIL. or three days, and that's what," said the Unknown. I "Fish Point! No," replied the captain. "Few of "How can you tell?" asked Edith. the capes and points have names on our charts; fact "Oh, easily enough. A man who has just shaved is, Kotzebue Sound is practically unexplored, except off hair from his face always shows it. His skin has by whalers, and we never go ashore or bother our a bleached out look." heads about names; but why do you ask?" "I'll be hanged if his hasn't then," said Ned, "and I "Because that's where we are going." that's what attracted my attention to him in the first "Hello l you have some definite scheme in your p.lace, then the nose and those piercing black eyes! heads, then. Thought this was only a general pros-y es, it's the same man." pecting trip." "Where was he engaged?" asked Edith. "It's as definite as :that. We a.re going to Fish "Captain Conover engaged him. I'm sure I can't Point, if we can find it." tell you where:he picked him up." "You'll have a hard job, unless you have some" We don't want to do anything about it," said thing to go by." Ned. "It wouldn't pay us at all to make any move "Ever hear of the standing rock?" and let him know what we thought." "Can't say that tells me anything. Tuere's noth" Make any move Certainly not !" said the de-ing but rock up here, as you will see when we sight tective. "Wouldn't think of such a thing. If that the north shore of Kotzebue. If that's all you've grt fellow is Mike Dresser, he knows just where we are to go by, I'm afraid you'll have a, ha.rd job to locate going, and what we are going for, and don't you for-the place you are looking for, boss." get it! We've got to watch him, that's all, and be Now, this was rather discouraging. ready for whatever move he makes." There was a lively discussion in the little cabin of Ned interviewed Conover a later, but the Viking that night. the. master of the Vikmg n?thmg_ of Dave It was finally determined to strike for the most :Vh1te, that he had picked him up m a saloon westerly point of land on the north shore of Kotzebue m St. Michaels. Sound, and work down as close in shore as possible, "He me up fron::i on the I until they sighted something which would pass as the steamer, he said. Whether it is true or not, Im "standing rock." sure I can't say. Why do you ask?" . "It's the only way we can hope to get started," Ned turned the quest10n off lightly, by saymg that d 1 d th U k "Of +J t f . ec are e n nown. course, 1ere is a 10 o the man remmded him of one he had known up the t t b t tl ff h St"ll I h y 1 uncer am y a ou us a air, any ow. I ave u rnn. every confidence that we are go,ing to come out As the days passed the subject was dropped, but ahead." not forgotten. O t f B h St t th V'l t d Dave White did his work well and interfered with 1 nee ou 0 e rmg rai s e 1 nng s across the mouth of Kotzebue sound where a v10lent nobody. There was really no reason for suspectmg t t 1 tl Th t f ht f th t 11 snow s orm s rue< mm. ey were ou o s1g o e man a a f l h land orty-eig it ours. So they steamed across the North Sound and en-Th vk .t h d d 11 d t bl. th S . e I mg p1 c e an ro e um mg e pas-tered Behrmg traits, where they met a big floe of b t th t f h. . sengers a ou m e mos unceremomous as ion. ArctlC ice loosened up by the advancmg season, and Ed.th t "bl k f h"l d ll b d t t I was err1 y seas1c or a w i e, an a came near emg mppe m I oo. It' 11 th t th th f hands were as uncomfortable as they could well be. s rea y e very wors mon m e year or . h k. d f t 1 ,, C t C b d The second mght of it was the worst, but when the t Tis ob ap am donover ob serve sun rose about three o'clock it showed Ned a clear he ice is rea mg up now, an we are ound to k t 1 t strike another field of it before we go far in Kotzebue s Tyha d. bl t"ffi f th th t S d ,, e wm was owmg s I y rom e nor wes oun and the sea runninohigh. I understood you to say you had been here before, 6 . .captain," remarked Edith, who stood near. Poor Captam who had not taken off his "Lots of times," was the reply. "I used to be the clothes for two mghts glad to turn over the master of a whaling ship. I spent six winters cruiswheel to Ned, who. to manage ing around Kotzebue Sound and other points still the tug when nothmg mvolvmg the services of an ex-further north." perienced navigator was needed. "Ever nipped in the ice?" asked Dick. "That's land over there where you see the cloud "Once for a whole winter," replied the captain. bank," he said. "You want to steer straight for it. "We had a tough time, and don't you forget it, but Don't go too near for fear of shallows, and should you we lived through it just the same, coming out in the see any field ice, call me at once." spring as thin as laths, but with plenty of oil. In Dick joined Ned in the wheel-huuse a little -later, spite of our troubles that season proved the most and they spent a quiet hour chatting over their prosprofitable we ever had." pects as the tug moved toward the bank of clouds. "Did you ever hear of a place called Fish Point?" At last the clouds lifted, and they saw the land asked Ned, and this was the first hint he had given plainly. -Captain Conover of their destination. There were mountains rising to a great height,

PAGE 12

YOUNG KLONDIKES ARC'l'IC TRAIL. 11 bleak, rocky ridges, bare of trees, but they lay far which was by no means encouraging, as that might back from the coast. mean a long land journey if they did not strike the Nearer to the water line the land seemed to be I standing rock before the ice limit was reached. broken up into a succession of low hills, very steep I That night they anchored in a little cove, and by and rocky. sunrise were off again, the same close watch being Mally were covered with snow, as the caps of the kept on the shore. mountains all were. The scene was decidedly Arctic And besides this watch, there was another on the and desolate to the last degree. Viking. "We are inside the Arctic Circle now, ain't we?" The man, Dave White, was constantly under obserasl;:ed Dick. vat1on while on deck. "Crossed it just after we left Behring Straits," As time wore on, the suspicions of Young Klondike replied Ned. "We wouldn't have to go far to find were confirmed, for it became evident that the man permanent ice, and-by gracious, there's an ice field was not what he pretended to be. now!" He was silent and watchful himself, and always on Ned pointed up the sound where low
PAGE 13

12 YOUNG KLONDIKE'S .ARCTIC TR.AIL. It looked as if Mr. Dave White was determined to Further on over the rocks was a long stretch of cut in ahead of them. But even allowing this to be lev e l ground and right at the beginning of it was the the case, as Ned very truly remarke d, it seemed hard weather beaten trunk of a small cedar tree driven into to tell what he expected to gain by it. the ground. "He's been here before, that's what," declared CapNed was ftrst on the spot and he was not long in tain Conover, whom Young Klondik e had now taken discovering that the post had been blazed or flattened into his confidence. "I suspected as much two days off by an ax on one side. ago from a remark he made. You can figure it out In the middle of the blazing he was able to trace as you like, gentlemen, but that fellow knows what faintly the letters R. R. cut in the wood. he is about." The excitement this discovery caused can better "Let him go, we must act," declared the Unknown. imagined when we call attention to the fact that Young "First of all start your old ark going, cap, and we ll Klondike's party had traveled nearly two thousand prove whether or no that's Fish Point." miles on what more than once had appeared to them There wasn't the least trouble in proving it. All like a wild goose chase. hands knew that they had reached their destination Here was something substantial. before they were half around the point. The story of old Raymond Reynolds was no idle "Look! Look!" cried Edith. "The standiug rock I tale, and all that now remained was to trace up the at last." twenty trail posts and locate the mastodon's head .. There it was, a huge pinnacle rising almost to the Now, the thought of Mr. Dave White, or Mr. Mike height of the point, standing alone a little back from Dresser, or whatever the man's true name might be, the beach. did not give them the slightest concern. "That's the standing rock, sure!" declared Young "He can't harm us any," declared the Unlmo-wn; Klondike. "and if we set right about it, we won't be long behind "It is," added the Unknown, "and by the Jumping him. Only thing that bothers me is to know how he Jeremiah, we've got to the end of the first stage of got onto this business." our journey; c a p, this is where we land." "He must have known Raymond Reynolds," de" Hanged, if it isn't," replied the captain. "I clared Young Klondike. "No matter. Let him look never saw that rock before, and been pretty well to himself if he has any idea of mussing with us-along this part of the coast, too." that's all." They in toward the rock and went The next thing was to prepare for the journey, and If anythmg needed _to confirm 1 that meant a return to the tug. about Dave Wl11te, the of the s stern Knapsacks and hampers were packed in short boat up on the beach did the busmess full!. order, and in less than half an hour the party, with "He s landed here and gone back the hills, Young Klondike in the lead, started on their long Unknown; "and that s where we are journey back among the hills. gomg, too. From the first trail post to the second, their way The r e \va.s no inducement to start a camp here on l 1ay across the table-land. th.e shore, and after so1:1e it It was a barren wast. e of rock, with earth mrned start for the mtenor at once, leavrng Jim enough to support the few blades of grass which Leary :n of ,, . w e r e trying to struggle into life. "Thmg is to which wa. y go, said Dick. The r e was no snow here, but they could see it fur" If we could only strike the trail.. the r a lonoamong the hills, and there they hoped to "White went that way!" exclaimed the Unknown, strike White's trail. pointing up among the rocks further back from the shore. "How do you know?" asked Ned. "Can't you tell?" "No." "You don't see that piece of paper lying against the rock up there ?" "Thunder, yes! I see it now." "Then there you are. He dropped it. Who else could? Young Klondike, there's your trail." They hurried up to the spot and examined the "For," said the Unknown, "I make no doubt that h e bas bee n here before and knows exactly where to look for the posts." "Ain't that the second one there?" exclaimed Edith, pointing on ahead. "By the Jumping Jeremiah, so it is f" cried the Unknown, running forward. "Yes, this is it, boys! It's blazed same as the other and carries the R. R." A little further on the ascent of the second hill be g a n, and before they reached the top they struck the pa per. sno w It was a page of a San Francisco daily of recent "And here's the trail," said Dick. "There's your date. m a n White, cap. Big feet, steps wide apart. Hasn' t "No question about it now," said Ned. "Theman I got off his sea legs yet." went this way and-look look! that but one I "Ye go_ds why, you'd ma.1:,e a of our posts? We're on the beginnrng of our great up detective, Dick! cried the Unknown. Yes, it s Arctic Trail." our man sure enough, and all we've got to do now is

PAGE 14

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC TRAIL. 13 ===i.==;--::=:-;::===::=========================--=============================================== to follow in his footsteps. That he knows exactly stupidity. I think I understand the breed pretty well, where he's going there ain't a doubt." don't you?" It sounded easy when the Unknown said it, but "Not a doubt of it, but among friends one may Lhere were five tired people by the time the tenth post speak his mind." :1s reached, just the same. "Certainly." lt was up hill and down dale ; some of the way "Then mine is that the Honorable Mr. Dave White Lhey had to plow through snow drifts and again to knows these Indians well; that there was no fight, slide down over wet and slippery rocks. only a big bluff to scare us and keep us from pushing they stopped to rest and eat, putting in a full ahead." hour before starting out again, when they pushed it "Which being the case, ahead we go right now!" through to the eighteenth post without stopping declared Ned. "I won't attempt to dispute you, for again. by gracious, I believe you are right!" 'l'his post lay at the top of a bill where the snow But Captain Conover sneered openly at this warn-was pretty deep, and as they approached it they saw ing, declarmg that it was all nonsense. at a glance that something had interfered with the "I can't understand who these Indians are," he prog'ress of Mr. Dave White. said. "I never saw any around these parts. What Close by the post-all around it in fact-the snow in thunder do they live on when there's nothing here had been trodden down by many feet. but rocks and snow?" There wa,s a deep indentation in one place as if a This question was answered when they came in man had fallen. Then from here the one trail was sight of the last trail post two miles further on. diviCJed into many. Men seemed to have gone down They saw it from the top of a hill, standing in a the hill in at least three different ways. broad; deep valley, backed' on the other side by the "Hello! Hello !" cried the Unknown. "What's true mountain range. been the row here?" There was no snow in the valley, through which a "A fight," said Dick. stream ran. "vVith Indians," added Ned. It was easy to see that in the summer season this "And they took Dave White prisoner,.," said Edith, valley must be as fertile as any spot in this desolate "and then they divided into three parties to bluff us, region. Indeed, the grass was already cropping up in case we undertake to follow them." here and there in spots, covering the brown surface "'fhree amateur detectives trying to teach an old of the half-frozen gTound with great patches of green. hand at the bellows his business," laughed the Un-"That's a bang-up place for placer diggings!" cried known. Ned, with a good deal of enthusiasm. "Ain't it so?" demanded Ned. "Do we make a "You bet it is," replied Dick. "Just see, the gold mistake?" would wa.sh down from those mountains and lodge in "Not a bit of it. Of course it's so. You read the the bed of that creek. Couldn't be anything better. signs like three professionals_. but let me ask you If this country is at all like the Klondike, one might which way they took Dave White?" count on finding gold here sure." Here was a question neither of them could answer. They were about to push on to the last of the trail "Do you know, Zed?" asked Dick. posts when the Unknown stopped them, suggesting "I do." that it would be a good thing to take a survey of the "How can you tell?" country before descending. "That's my business, dear boy; to give it away to "Of course we can't see anything down there in you would be to expose the secrets of the trade." the bole," he said; "if the Indians are camped any" Bother your trade secrets. I can tell," said where about here we want to know it, and now's Ned. our chance to find out." "And how?" The Unknown had a splendid glass and Ned an-" The indentation of the moccasin prints are deeper other, a nd they set out to make a careful survey, tak-on this side of the hill than the other." ing their time to it so as to make sure. And that implies?" "That's smoke away down there at the lower end "That they were carrying Dave White." of the valley, ain't it?" said the detective at last. "Exactly You're an expert; you've hit the "Sure it is!" cried Ned. "Strange I didn't see it, truth." and I was looking that way too." "He must have been wounded, then?" "It has just begun to rise. It ain't to be expected "That.don't follow." that you would see it when it wasn't there." "And why?" "That's smoke, and it means an Indian ca.mp," Because it don't! What's the matter with all Captain Conover declared. this being a put-up job ?" "I suppose it couldn't be miners?" suggested "That's just like you detectives. If a man is robbed Edith. you always try to make itoutthathe robbed himself., "Quite impossible," said the captain. "\Vhen If he is murdered, you try to make the public believe you first commenced to talk about coming here I he committed suicide, and that only to hide your own j would have sworn that no white man had ever been

PAGE 15

14 YOUNG KLONDIKE'S .ARCTIC 'l'R.AIL. here before you. Of course I'll have to give up on that now, but except your man Reynolds and his partner I don't believe any other ever saw this place till we came." they saw that they had penetrated into a regula bone yard. The base of the hill for a quarter of a mile an more, was strewn with .mastodons' bones. "Times up!" cried the Unknown, pocketing his Not only the skulls, but giant leg bones, shoulde glass. "We may as well g;o down and look for the blades, ribs, and in some parts entire skeletons. mastodon's head." There was something very strange about. all this "Say, gents, I suppose you'll think me mighty ig-and Ned began to speculate why all these animal norant, but what is a mastodon ?" Captain Conover should have come there into the valley to die. asked as they pushed on down the hill. He mig-ht as well have saved himself the trouble Ned undertook to explain that a mastodon was a fosfor wiser heads than bis have tried in vain to solv sil elephant with curved tusks and much larger than the same problem. the ordinary elephant. s 1 h h' t b d h . . evera sue pre is or1c one yar s ave been dis bones have been m great quanti-ties I covered in the far North, notably one in Siberia, o m different parts of he went on to say. the opposite side of Behring Straits . "There m.ust have been a time once when they ex"By the Jumping Jeremiah l tbis knocks me silly!' isted here m great numbers, and there are some who exclaimed the u k 0 "H tb d . ,, n n wn. ow in un er are w claim that they ,exist here still. ever to pick out the particular mastodon's head. w "Well, now I ve beard something about elephants want from all this mass?" being found up here," said the captain, "but of course "Can't be done, of and this ain't the place,' that's only an Injun yarn." "If it really is an Indian yarn then all the more said Editl:. "Old :l:nan may have taken hi l'k 1 t t 'd D' k "f h ld th I mastodon s bead from tlns pile, but you may be cer I e y I is rue, sa1 ic or ow wou e n. . dians know about the mastodon or any other species ,1! he set it up for a landmark it was somewh .er of elephant unless they had seen one? I don't believe 1 e se. it is an Indian yarn. Much more likely it was started They on down. to the stream, and stoppe by some lying white man who wanted to astonish his I at the last trail post wluch stood on the bank. friends." It wa.s much weathered, the R. R. on the blazin with which each one of them had been marked bein Dick was still talking about mastodons when they scarcely visible. were almost at the bottom of the hill, and he might have continued on the same subject indevnitely, but "This ends our journey !" cried Young Klondike just then the Unknown caught his foot in something "We've ha.d wonderful good luck to locate tl,le plac and went sprawling on his face. so easily, and you mark my words the rest wil come,.'' "Ye gods and little fishes, what do they want to leave that stub sticking up here for?" he growled. By this time, as may well be imagined, Edith wa I'll enter a complaint to the mayor of Kotzebue pretty well tired vut, and so were the others if they Sound Hang me if I don't !" would but own it. "Look!" cried Ned, "by gracious, your stub is "We may as well pitch our tent::. here," said the nothing more nor less than a mastodon's tusk! Unknown. "I don't see any sense in prowling about, There's a head buried here sure." looking for the mastodon's head, until we've had a It was certainly the end of a tusk which projected good long rest and a feed." above the frozen soil. "And located Indian camp," suggested Ned. The boys were in great excitement. "Tha.t's my work," said the detective. "You give Young Klondike was sure they had reached the end me an hour's rest and I'll get right about it. One of their journey and discovered the location of the thing is sure, Dave White didn't come here ahead of buried gold, but this theory was knocked all in the us, so our chance of finding the buried gold is AL" head by Edith who just then sighted another tusk Conover had been carrying the tent, and sticking out of the ground a little further along. he was only too glad to get rid of it. The boys lost "If them's mastodons' heads, what's them down no time in setting it up. there?" asked Captain Conover, pointing down into It was rather an extensive affair. Ned had itm:<1.de the valley at what Ned had taken to be a pile of expressly for the occasion. It had two compartstones. ments-a large one for the men, and a smaller one for "Well, I'll be blamed!" cried the Unknown. "The Edith's accommodation. woods are full of heads, so to speak." The hampers were now unpacked and everything "It's certainly a good yeu.r for them," chuckled put in shape for a long stay, but when it came to the the captain. "Say, friends, you've got your hands question of making a fire the Unknown declared himfull now. There's mastodons' heads everywhere. self stumped, for there was nothing in the shape of Which is the right one-tell me tha.t ?" wood in except the trail post, and it was a No one in his senses would have pretended to an-problem where old Reynolds could have obtained that swer such a question there. and the others along the mile. When they got down to the bottom of the slope, I "There's plenty of dry grass here, but we can't do

PAGE 16

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC 'fRAIL. 15 ., any cooking with that," said Dick, dolefully. "For meant something, and granting this was true, what my part I don't see what we are going to do." could it mean but the way to the mastodon's head? "Try bones, boys," called Edith from her private He walked on about a quarter of a mile, coming at apartment in the back of the tent. last to a lot of loose rocks strewn here and there over "Hooray for the Queen of the Klondike !" cried the the groi;ind, and he was no sooner in among them than Unknown. "The very thing I was going to suggest, he discovered a deep hole dug close to the bank of the but someone always cuts in ahead of me when I have creek. a bright idea." "Raymond Reynolds' old shaft!" exclaimed Ned. The bones were as dry as chips and all went over to "By gra.cious, I'm working the Arctic Trail for all it the foot of the hill bringing back as many as they is worth!" could carry. And, indeed, it looked so, for as Young Klondike It was rather hard work to get the bones lighted, kicked over the gravel on the dump alongside the but once they got them going they burned freely shaft, down rolled a nugget as big as a hen"s egg. The tale of the dying man was true. enough and without much odor. Soon Edith had a savory stew in progress, and I Here the and the gold, but where was the there were canned and a canned plum pud-mastodon s head ding, so altogether they made out quite a sumptuous meal. It was now almost nine o'clock and Edith declared her intcnt10n to turn in at once, but the Unknown announced his intention of starting out to locate the Indians' camp. "You shan't go alone," declared Ned. "I won't hear of it." "Ye gods and little fishes! What's the matter with me in my old age? Do I need a boy to lead ine 'about at this ti.me of day?" cried the detective with a greater display of temper than he usually showed. "We've ta.lked it all over and have decided that Dick must go with you," said Ned, positively. "Who's bossing this business, you or I?" "Emphatically it's Young Klondike. Oh, I don't dispute that." "Then the fiat ha.s gone forth. Dick goes." "'I suppose I shall have to bow to the dictum of the dictator. Dick, come along," the detective laughed. CHAPTER VI. HOW THE GRAY WOLF SHOWED HIS CLAWS. "I'M going down that shaft," said Young Klondike to himself, as he stood gazing into the hole which old Raymond Reynolds and his party left behind them. "This thing has got to be looked into clear through, and I may as well do it now as any other time. I can work it alone, too." The shaft was about twenty feet deep, and there were drift<; on both sides of it. How far these ran in under the frozen ground, of course Young Klondike could not tell. Ned now hurried back to the tent for a rope. Edith was still resting quietly and it seemed perfectly safe to leave her, for the airection of the old shaft was toward the supposed Indian camp and the way taken by Dick and the Unknown. Captain Conover rolled himself up in his blankets Returning to the shaft with his rope, Ned made it and lay down in the tent soon after they st::i.rted, fast to a big bowlder and lowered himself down into leaving Ned alone on the watch. the bole hand over hand. There was still an hour and more of daylight left: Lighting the lantern he flashed it into the left hand As Ned sat before the tent watching the descend-drift. ing sun his thouhts naturally turned to the question I This only ran in about forty feet, but the right hand of the mastodon s head. i d.cift took a turn and the end was not visible. How vYere they to locate it? Where were they to Neel went into the left hand drift first and exam-look for it? It was. a puzzler. He. could not tell. inecl the walls with the deepest all at on.ce it occurred him to go over and lt was gold, gold, gold Gold everywhere he and if could by any 1 looked. It out between the gravel stones in poss1b1ht.} be an.} thmg on it to md1cate the where1 the form of nuogets of all shapes and all sizes from abouts of the mastodon's head. a hen's egg do:.n to a pea. He looked at the letters R. R. attentively, and Between the nuggets were thousands of shining notice d how weather-worn they were, and then his particles which showed that the precious yellow dust attention was called to certain indistinct lines below was everywhere. the letters themselves. Old Raymond Reynolds' mine was one of astonish" That was a hand," thought. Ned, after a mo-ing richness-that any one could see. ment. "That's what it was, a hand; and the index There was a rusty old pick-ax lying with other finger points up the creek." tools at the end of the drift. Ned seized it and tried He peeped in on Edith, and finding her sleeping to loosen some of the nuggets, but they were frozen soundly, shouldered his rifle and started up stream. solid. YoungKlondike was sure that the pointing hand I The remains of a fire were to be seen at the end of

PAGE 17

16 YOUNG KLONDIKES ARCTIC TRAIL. the drift, showing that Reynolds and his partner had I was buried in this hole and the mastodon's head wa been obliged to burn their way as they went. put on top of it. The cat is out of the bag." "Here's good diggings," thought Ned. "If we He seized the rope, and was about to pull himsPl get the chance to work there's no need of taking the up out of the shaft, when all at once the silenc tug back empty, that's one thing sure." was broken by a piercing cry. He had now seen all that was to be seen in the left I "Edith!" gasped Ned. hand drift and he turned his attention to the other. His heart was in his mouth as he pulled himsel "Wonder why they didn't run this in straight?" up out of the shaft. be said to himself, as be entered and then he immeOnce more the cry was beard, but all was st.il diately discovered the cause. when Ned' s fee t touched the groun(l. Right before him was a ma.ss of giant bones firmly He looked over toward the tent, and saw a hug embedded in the frozen soil. gray wolf spring out. "A whole mastodon!" cried Ned. "By gracious, It was as big as a man, and as it ran back toward here's a find! It would be worth a fortune if we could the cliffs, a shot was fired and Edith came running only g e t it out and send it to some museum in the out. States.'' "Ned! Ned!" she screamed. Then he looked up and saw that he had been de-At first Ned thought that Edith fired at the wolf, ceived. The skeleton was not whole. The l egs and but he now saw tha t she h e ld no rifle. the ribs were there all right, but the h ead was miss-Before he could make a move three Indians leaped ing. A big hole was scooped out of the gravel above out of the tent. where it had once been. On e s e ized Edith by both wrists and slung the poor "It's getting warm!" muttered Young Klondike. g i d upon his back, running like lightning down the "I'll bet it is this mastodon's head I'm looking for. creek, while another, who held a rifle, fired at Ned, What's around on the other side of all these bones? who was barely spry enough to dodge the shot. That's the next thing to find out." Quick as thought Ned unslung his rifle and let fly. The drift had been carried around the bones but I It was no use! there was only a narrow passage between big The Indians ducked down and ran on all fours, putbreast bone and the wall, hardly wide enough for tmg the tent between them. Ned to squeeze through; in fact he tried it and could N e d dashed on, b .ut when he .got around the tent not get through, and he was standing there wonder-all three of the Indians had vamshed. ing what he ought to do next when suddenly a bright So had Edith .and so also had the gray wolf. idea came into his head. Young Klondike found himself alone. "If I had been running this drift I should have 1 For the first. few moments. Ned around like a made the opening right petwcen the legs," he ex-madman, lookmg for to. kill. . claimed. "Wonder if they didn't do it?" He could realize the terrible .calamity which He flashed the la t th 1 b t th had fallen upon him, and he blamed himself for leav, n ern on e grave e ween e . big leg bones and saw at a glance that it was differ-mg his post. ently bedded in from that along the walls. Righ in the midst of it all a loud shout was heard .'That's been dug out sure,'' thought Ned, giving the creek, and looking that Ned saw the gravel a kick. Dick and the Unknown runnmg toward him. "What is it, what is it?" shouted the detective. cr'ied "Don't tell me you've let those red devils capture Edith! Don't tell me that!" Immediately the whole mass tumbled in "Hooray That's just what I thought !" Ned, flashing the lantern between the bones. He immediately saw that there were bones beyond; a second look showed him that these bones were the tusks of a mastodon. "They've got her," groaned Ned. "Don't say a word to me. I shall shoot myself if you do." "Hold on now! No nonsense!" cried Dick. "We sa w it all! Where were you? \Vhy did you leave "It's the head It's the mastodon's head!" he the tent? What were you doing over there among fairly shouted, and then dropping on his hands and those rocks?" knees he. crawled through between the legs to find Dick was full of his questions as he came running himself in a big natural hole in the gravel deposit. up, and it was all Ned could do to answer them, h e It could scarcely be called a cave ; it was more of a was so oveNome. wide crevice formed by the settling of the gravel bed "Take it easy_ dear boy; take it easy,'' said the toward the stream. detective. "We won't blame you, but don't you But call it by whatever name you please it was just ever go gold hunting again when you are left on what Young Klondike bad been looking for; on the guard." ground in the middle of the open space la y the miss-1 "If we don't find Edith there'll be no chance to do ing mastodon's head. it again,'' groaned Ned. "I tell you what it is, this For some minutes Ned stood surveying his discovwill kill me. I shall never leave this place alive!" ery, and then hurriedly retreated to the shaft. "Pshaw I Don't talk rubbish! We've got to act. "The whole story is true," he thought. "The gold What did you find there among the rocks?"

PAGE 18

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S .ARCTIC TRAIL. 17 "Reynolds' old mme and that mastodon's head in I The others let go their hold on Edith and turned one of the drifts." to fire. Good enough as far as it goes We found the In-Again Young Klondike's rifle spoke, and they saw dian camp deser1 ed, and I immediately suspected that the gun drop from the hand of one of the Indians, t hey had started for us, gomg by way of the hill, so while Edith started to run down the hill. Dick and I hurried back, and got here just in time to The other Indian could have killed her easily if he be too hte." had chosen, but he made no such move. Both turned "Trails !" exclaimed Dick. "N 0 time for talk and ran after the first one for all they were worth, now ; we've got to go to work." "There'll be no trail on this frozen ground, and you needn't expect it," replied the detective. "Ned, which way.did the gray wolf go?" the hill." disappearing in a moment over the brow of the hill. Of course it did not take long to complete the res cue then. Ned, Dick and the Unknown ran up the hill and "Hal then by the Jumping Jeremiah I way we want to go." I Edith running down they met half way. that's the "Oh, Edith Edith Can you ever forgive me?',. "What do we ca.re for the wolf? It's Edith we are after." "Hold up Not so fast. You ain't half sharp. Couldn't you see that the gray wolf was a man?" "Never dreamed of such a thing." "It's a fact though." cried Ned. "Don't say a word about it After them !" said Edith. "This job must be finished. We want to show those fellows what sort of folks we are." Edith was as cool as a cucumber and led the charge up the hill, but it all went for nothing, for when they reached the top the Indians were no longer in sight. "They came into the tent suddenly,'' explained They fired Edith, "but I was awake when they came in. Did "But, he couldn't have been an Indian. at him." "Who said he was an Indian?" "What then?" "I don't know. All I can say is that was a man with a wolf skin drawn over him. To that I'll swear every time." "Dave White?" "Perhaps. Let's hurry though. More than likely there's some cave over there in the side of the hill, and that's how the Indians managed to disappear so suddenly." "Don't you believe it," declared Dick. "They got among those big bowlders over there and ran crouching down. Come on! There ain't a moment to lose!" The bowlders in question lay strewn over the ground at a short distance beyond the tent. They hurried to the spot and saw at once that Dick's theory was a reasonable one. The line of bowlders stretched over to the base of the hill, and as they followed on they struck the trail in a sandy stretch where the top sand was not frozen. There were imprints of hands on the sand. "This is the way they went,'' said the Unknown. "There ain't a doubt about it, and-look! look! There they are now!" Up on the side of the hill they caught sight of the three Indians. Edith was between them; they were hurrying the poor girl up the hill. Ned ittstantly threw up his rifle. "Look out Look out !" cried Dick. "You'll hit Edith!" "Not much! Leave me alone for that !" replied Ned, and setting bis teeth he blazed away. One of the Indian$ g;i.ve a yell and dropped in his racks. you see the wolf? Ob, boys, I was never so frightened in my life. I don't know what woke me, but when I opened my eyes there was a great gray wolf bending over me. It almost took my breath away. I reached for my rifle, but couldn't get it. The minute. I made a move the wolf backed out of the tent, and the next I knew I heard a shot and in rushed the three Indians. I was a prisoner before I knew it, and goodness knows what might have happened to me if you had not come along as you did." They stayed some fifteen minutes on to]l) of the hill watching for the Indians, but saw nothing of them, and so went back to the tent. From that time on until six o'clock next morning there was no sleeping done, all hands keeping a sharp watch. Nothing more was seen of either the Indians or the gray wolf, and after breakfast Ned suggested that they begin work under the mastodon's head. Someone has got to keep watch and I'm the man,'' declared the Unknown. "If those snoozers steal a march on me it will be I've dropped dead." Why not let Captain Conover keep watch?" suggested Dick. "Yes, if he ev.er wakes!" laughed Ned. "The seven sleepers a.in't in it with that man." Now we neglected to mention that Captain Conover slept peacefully through all that had happened and was sleeping still. Fact was the good man had scarcely had any rest since they left St. Michaels and was paying for it now. "We'd better wake him before we start out," said Dick. "At all events the good man wants something to eat." But he was instantly up again eer up the hill. and ran off like a 1 So Ned shook up the captain who .was not a little astonished to learn all that had occurred.

PAGE 19

18 YOUNG KLO.NDIKE'S ARCTIC '!'RAIL. "Do you mean to tell me that there was a wolf and j me a hand here, Ned; we'll snake it through betnee1 Indians in the tent and I never knew it?" he ex-the legs in short order." claimed. But this proved something easier sa.id than done "It's all right about the Indians, but I won't vouch The head was tremendously heavy, and it took al for the wolf," replied the Unknown. "I claim it was the tugging and pulling the three of them could do only a man in disguise." to get it through between the legs, which was a "I don't believe it," said Edith. "I'm sure it was \ last accomplished, the head nearly choking up tlu a wolf." drift. "Whoever saw a wolf that size?" said the d etect"What's all that racket about down there?' ive. "No one on the face of the earth. You can beshputed the Unknown. lieve what you like, Edith, my dear, but I tell you it "We are moving the mastodon's head," answere was a man." Dick. "What's the report above ground?" "It can't have been nobody but White then," said "All quiet-wind east and a storm coming." Captain Conover. "Now, look here. lain't much "Don'tbelieveit." on mmmg. Suppose I stay here and keep guard." "Wait and see." No one objected, so they left the master of the Vi-"It won't come to-day, anyhow; we'll haive ol king to get his own breakfast, and all went down to man Reynolds' gold out before it strikes us, an the old shaft. don't you forget it !" "I reckon I'd better do the watching act, too," They were just starting back into the drift said the detective. "I can't trust that man; first when, as though history was bound to repeat it thing we know he'll be off to sleep again." self, a sharp cry rang out in the direction of th "That's what's the matter," replied Ned. "You tent. do it and you can do the hoisting act at the same ''What's that ?" shouted Ned. time." "Blamed if I know. It must be that somethin But the Unknown insisted upon going down into has happened to Cap Conover," replied the detect the shaft first to have a look at the mastodon's head. ive. "I'll go and see." Dick kept watch while he was gone. He started for the tent on the run. "Well, what do you think of it?" he asked, when Ned and Dick pulled themselves up out of the shaf the detEctive came climbing up out of the shaft. and ran after him. "I think it is a mastodon's head," replied the UnThe Unknown was first to reach the tent. known gravely. "By the Jumping Jeremiah, I'll He could see nothing of Captain Conover, and th swear to that!" cry was not heard again. "And as to the rest?" As he drew near the tent be suddenly saw the pa "How can I tell? Since we came into this valley of a gray wolf projected from the canvas. we've seen a dozen mastodon's heads. This may be It remained visible for an instant, displaying long, the right one and it may not." sharp claws, and then suddenly it was drawn back "I'll go down and have a look," said Dick. "Hello and the cry rang out again. there, Ned; what are you after now?" Ned was shaking the rope and calling up from the shaft. "Let down the tools. We are going right to work," he shouted. So Dick let down the picks and shovels and a heavy crow-bar. Some of these had been brought from the Viking, but the bar was found near the mouth of the shaft and had evidently been there since old man Reynolds' time. "There's your mastodon, Dick," said Young Klondike, pointing into the drift; "if you want to see the bead you'll have to crawl between the legs." Edith was already in the cavity, working around with the pick Ned found in the other drift. "It is a mastodon's head, for a fact," remarked Dick, as he crawled in through the opening. "Do you expect to dig here without a fire?" "Why, certainly," replied Edith, sticking her pick into the ground. "Look; it's not much frozen here. If we can only get the head out of the way, we can dig here easy enough." "We can soon fix that," declared Dick. "Lend VII. UNEARTHING THE BURIED GOLD. "THE gray wolf again!" cried the Unknown "Come on, boys-come on!" Ned and Dick ran up to him, and they cautiousl3 advanced to the tent. All was silent now, and they had the gravest fear for the safety of the master of the Viking. Ned shouted his name, but got no answer. The3 paused .in front of the tent, hardly knowing what t do. "Go ahead and see if the wolf is in there, Youn Klondike," said the Unknown. "I can do it, if you're afraid." "You shan't do it-I won't let you. Wait, I' listening." "Yes, and you can't hear anything, for I'm listen ing, too."

PAGE 20

"Thur:.der We are too late'." cried Dick, denly. "Look there !" He pointed back of the tent toward the hills There was an immense gray wolf scampering over the ground. "A man!" shouted the detective. "Hold on there, you sinner! Hold on!" "Nonsense! It's a wolf !" cried Ned, and he raised his rifle and fired. Evidently the shot was a miss The wolf ran in among the bowlders and disappeared. Meanwhile, Dick had entered the tent. "Oh, come here! Come here !" he cried. "This is no wolf's work. There's been murder done here." They thought so at first, for the poor captain lay unconscious on the ground all black in the face. There were marks of a man's hand on his throat. It looked very much as if somebody had been trying to choke Captain Conover to death. "That's a man's work, I'm right," declared the detective. "Hustle, boys! He's not gone yet." They were still working over the poor fellow when Edith came hurrying up. Captain Conover was not dead, but there could be little doubt that, he would have come to his end if the boys and the Unknown had not come up as they did. When he revived sufficiently to speak he told his story. "I was sitting quietly in the tent here eating breakfast, when all of a sudden that thing sprang in," he said. "Heavens! He was at my throat quicker than scat, and all the fighting I could do went for nothing. Next thing I knew.I didn't know nothing, and then you fellows were bending over me. It was a fearful experience. I never want to go through anything like it again. "Was it a wolf or was it a man?" asked the de-tective, harping on his favorite theory. "I'll never tell you," answered the captain. all ca .me on me so sudden, but, of course no would have attacked me as that thing did." "Didn't you see .his hands ?" "It wolf "Saw nothing but stars! It must have been a man, though. Do you say you can see imprints of a man's fingers on my throat ?" "That's what," replied Ned. "Don't yo u say so, Dick?" "Certain1y I do," said Dick. "And I said so from the first," added the Unknown. "Cap, did you ever have any trouble with Dave "What happened?" asked Ned. "Why, I spoke to him, and he answered me sassy like, so I hauled off and knocked him down." "Then there you have it! The whole thing is ex plai:ried. Did he say anything?" "Swore he'd get square with me, but I didn't hear anything more from him, and supposed that was the end of it. Seems it wasn't though-that is, if you are right." Here was a curious and very unpleasant turn of af! fairs. Captain Conover naturally objected to staying alone at the tent, so the Unknown agreed to patrol the ground between it and the shaft, to which Ned, Dick and Edith now returned. "Now then," said Ned, "if they'll only leave us in for a little while we'll see what can be done toward unearthing the buried gold. Edith, did you find you could dig all rigilt there?" "Certainly we can," declared Edith. "It's warm down here and the ground is only frozen an inch or two. "Then we'll go right. at it. We may as well tackle the entire space where the mastodon's head rested ; get to work on the other side of it, Dick, and I'll stay here. Edith, you can work just where you are. If there"s any gold we'll precious soqn shake it out!' There wa.s about two inches of frost in the ground, but below that it was easy digging. Ned felt sure they would not have to go far, and so it proved, but it did not turn out at all as he expected it would for all that. Visions of a big chest fiEed with gold floated through Young Klondike's brain. Dick looked for bags of dust and nuggets, but neither of them thought anything of a little rusty tin box when it was thrown out by Dick's spade, other than to suppose that it was something which ha:d a.ccidentally been dropped into the hole. "What's that?" said Dick, stooping to pick it up. He ovened it and a lot of loose sand fell out., which might well have worked its way in by accident. "Nothing but an old tin box," replied Ned. "Guess old man Reynolds dropped it into the hole." So the box was thrown aside, and they went on digging and kept at it for a good hour or more. Nothing but awaited them. The further down they went the harder and more compact the gravel became. White?" Well, I did. thing I am." All at once Ned's pick struck something hard which I see you are thinking of the same gave back a ringing sound. "That's right. When was it and what was it?" "Why," said the captain, it was the first night out from St. Michaels. You were all asleep then, and I found him trj;ing the cabin door." "Hello!" cried the Unknown; "you didn't tell us that." "Didn't think it amounted to anything at the time." "The iron chest at last !" exclaimed Edith. "We are right in it now!" "It's only a rock," said Dick, dolefully. "l'm afraid so," replied Ned. "Still, you can't be sure." "If it is a rock, that's the wind-up Ned said nothing, but he appreciated Dick's remark fully. To suppose that old Raymond Reynolds would go to the trouble of tumbling a rock down the shaft

PAGE 21

20 YOUNG KLONDIKE"S ARCTIC TRAIL and dra.gging it mto the drift to put over the buried j Dick picked a folded paper, yellow and water gold was almost too much. He felt quite sure that I stained, out of the dirt. it was a rock, and it turned out to be nothing else. He opened it, and with some difficulty was able to They soon uncovered a mass of hard, black slate-decipher the following : the hardest rock known to miners. "A ledge !" exclaimed Edith, as soon as she saw "I buried the gold on the bank of the creek, what it was. thirteen paces from the twentieth trail post due "It ain't. anything else," said Ned, dismally. west, and then ten paces north. 1 put a round "We've come to the end of our rope." white stone to mark the spot. I didn't have any A little further work demonstrated this fully. 1 scales, but I should estimate that there must be dust The rock proved to be a ledge, and Ned threw down and p.uggets weighing up about six hundred thou-his spade in despair. sand dollars. No one knows where the gold is bur" We're dished," said Dick. ied but me. My partner, Al Evans, is a swindler, "Evidently," added Edith. "We've had our labor j a black-hearted scoundrel, a thief. If by any chance for our pains." he ever gets this gold I hope it may prove a curse There was a good deal of talk after that. I to him as long as he lives. The Unknown called to know how they were getting "RAYMOND REYNOLDS." on, and they all went out into the shaft to tell their tale of woe. "Hooray !" cried Edith. "Dick, you've bit it. "You've struck the wrong mastodon's head, that's We've located the bur:ed gold!" all," he said. "It's Luckey's luck!" said the Unknown, from the "Don't believe it," replied Dick emphatically. ground above. "Blessed be the day of small things! "What is your idea, then?" If Dick hadn't thought of the little tin box we "I think it's all a hoax," said Captain Conover, wouldn't be in it now." who joined the Unknown at the mouth of the shaft. "We are in it and I'm going out of .it," laughed "Tha.t's all rubbish, cap, if you'll allow me to say Ned, catching the rope and pulling himself up out of so," declared Ned emphatically. "Would any sane the shaft. man go to the trouble of putting down those trail Dick followed him, Edith coming last, making no posts and digging this shaft just to play a joke? It's more of pulling herself up out of the hole than the ridiculous to suppose it." boys. "I tell you I'm right, and it's the wrong masto-Captain Conover came along just then and the sit-don's head," persisted the Unknown; then suddenly uation was explained to him, and all went to the trail he remembered that he had no answer from Dick as post. yet, and he called out to him again. "Who's to do the pacing?" queried Ned. "There's "Why I was thinking of that tin box," said Dick, a difference in legs. Thirteen paces by the Unknown's "and yet it can't be that." l' 1 t ld b t d'ff t f th t f itt es umps wou e qm e 1 eren rom ir een o "Tin box-what tin box?" demanded the detectmine." ive. "A pace is supposed to be three feet, and don't you Ned explained, adding: "But how can it be, Dick? laugh at my legs,'' chuckled the detective. "If you Wasn't the box just full of sand?" think you can do it better than anyone else, Young "So we thought. I'd like to see it again," though." Klondike, why fire away." "Is there anything to hinder ? I suppose it's "We'll measure it off some way,'' said Ned, "and there.on the dump, but what ca.nit amount to?" I've no doubt we'll hit it." He paced off the distance "Another clew,'' said Edith. "That's what Dick west and north and it brought him to the bank of the is thinking of, I know." creek. There sure enough was the white stone. "That's it," replied Dick. Anyhow, it will do no Of course this discovery threw everyone into a harm to look it up. state of excitement. So they all went back into the drift and began pok-The ground here was frozen hard and no digging ing over the dump until at last they found the box could be done without a fire. This meant a lot of which was quite empty. bone burning and it was an hour or more before the "Sold again," said Ned. "What are you looking first throwing out was done. for now, Dick?" Then the ashes were cleared away, and all han!fs "Why, if there was anything in the box it went went at it, but were only able to get down about a out with the sand, of course," answered Dick, who foot. was poking over the dirt. "This is filled in ground sure,'' said the detectiv-e. "There wasn't anything in it; there couldn't have "These infernal bones don't throw out any heat. I been, or we'd have seen it before." only wish we had some wood." "I want to make sure. Remember, the tin box was He might as well have wished for the moon. just below the surface, right under the mastodon's Wherever Raymond Reynolds got the wood for the head. It may been what old Reynolds meant. : trail posts, there was certainly none in sight, for the Hello here's something What's this?" I mountain sides as far as the eye could reach, were

PAGE 22

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC TRAIL. 21 nothing but bare rocks on the lower levels with snow above. So there was nothing for it but to burn more bones, and the day passed finding them still at it. No alarm having come from the Indians, nor any thing inore seen of the gray wolf, they kept right on working after supper, and about nine o'clock Ned's pick struck something soft and yielding. When he drew it out it was yellow with gold. "Eureka!" shouted the Unknown. "By the Jumping Jeremiah, we get there every time." "Look out! You've punched a bag!" said Cap tain Conover. "You don't want to do that. Re member we've got to pack that stuff twenty miles." "That's what's the matter, and we are willing to pack it two hundred and twenty!" cried the Un known, throwing up his plug hat and catching it on is head when it came down. "Fire away Dig-her p, boys! Unearth the treasure! Let's know what e've struck and then I'll tell you what to do." The digging now proceeded more cautiously, and in moment or two Ned unearthed a grimy bag which as stuffed full of something. It was not the bag the pick-ax had broken into; hat came later; so did a couple of dozen others. All ere full of dust and nuggets. They formed a great ile there at the mouth of the hole. Darkness was falling but the.job was down. Young Klondike had unearthed the buried gold. CHAPTER VIII. ADRIFT IN THE ICE. Call it so," said the Unknown. "Admit it. That's two hundred and fifty pounds for one journey, and it will take us a day to make it. That means twelve days' work getting the gold aboard the tug. It was :rather a dismal prospect. To walk forty miles a day for twelve consecutive days was in itself a big undertaking. But here were the facts, and there was nothing for it but to face the music. The long and short of the whole matter was, it would probably take the best part of a month to get this great m ass of gold which must have taken a long time to dig down to the shore. Various plans were discussed. At first it was proposed to leave the Unknown be hind to gua.rd the treasure-the detective proposed this himself. But this meant slower work and great danger for the Unknown, and Ned promptly sat down ppon the scheme. "It won't do at all," he said. "We must keep together whatever happens. Our only safety lies in that." Then Dick suggested that Jim Leary ])elp them after the first trip which would shorten up the time of course. "Don't you even think of it!" said the Unknown. "Not for an instant," added Captain Conover. "Suppose we come down to the shore some fine day and find the tug gone ? Stuck up here in the Arctic where no one ever comes! wouldn't that be a sweet prospect? I tell you what it is, Young Klondike, we might as well commit suicide at once." "No," said the Unknown, "that can't be done; in fact, there is only one thing which can be done, and that's to go right at the jop and stick to it until it's finished. How do the provisions stand, Young Klon-dike? Are we going to have enough to last us out?" A QUIET night was passed and a beautiful morning "I reckon we've got enough for a month." awned upon the desolate valley. "That ought to fix us. What do you say, cap?" The boys and the Unknown took turns in watching "There's certainly enough for a month," replied e gold while Edith slept. Captain Conover tried the captain. "My instructions were. to lay in enough is hand at watching too, but he found it quite im-for two months, and I carried them out to the letter. ossible to keep awake, so he rolled himself up in his You can figure for yourself how many days we've lankets again and tried it once more in the tent to been out and that will give you an idea what ought hich the gold had been removed, and thus slept to be left." eacefully till morning undisturbed by the gray wolf. "Well, we'll start right along," said Ned, and "We are through here now," said Young Klondike, start they did within half an hour and the long fter breakfast. "We want to pull out right journey was safely. accomplished. way." They found the tug all right and Jim Leary over" How many trips have we got to make to the tug joyed to see them. get all that gold aboard ?" demanded Dick, look-It was necessary to take the engine e r into their g dismally at the bags. confidence, and the story of the rich find was told. "There's about three thousand pounds weight "Why, you'll never get all tha t stuff down here," ere, for a guess," said the Unknown. he said. "I can tell you a trick worth two of yours "We can't possibly carry more than fifty pounds a if I don't greatly mistake." ece, even if we bang the bags over our shoulders "By the Jumping Jeremiah, then tell it!" cried the d make an equal balance of it," declared Ned. Unknown. "That's what, and I doubt if Edith can carry as "Remember, Leary, you come in for an equal share uch as that," said Dick ; but Edith resented the with the rest of us," said Ned. "If you can devise atement at once, declaring that she could carry as any way to shorten up this terrible job you can be uch as anybody else. I very sure we won't forget it-speak right out."

PAGE 23

22 YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC TRAIL. "Why, it's no such great secret and I'm sure I 1 exclaimed Dick, as Ned called his attention to th don't want. any more than my share," said the en-tent. gineer. "While you were away I did a little explor'"Who can it be?" asked Edith. ing on my own account. I ran the Viking further up "Can't you guess?" chuckled the Unknown. the bay and struck the mouth of a river. Thought "I certainly can't. Who can be here? Who ca I'd tackle that too, so I ran the t,ug fifteen miles up he be? What's he living on? I haven' t seen a sig the river until I struck rapids and a waterfall and of game since we came here. I can't understand it a couldn't go any further. Question is how far is the all." gold from the river. I don't believe it's any great The Unknown laughed outright at this. distance from the way you describe the place." "And you, Young Klondike!" he said. "Then we'll blame soon see!" cried the detect"I'm sure I can't imagine who it ca n be unless it' ive. "Come, I like this idea. Fifteen miles into Dave White and he's stolen our tent." the interior must mean business. Let's fire up and "Well, it ain't Dave White and he hasn't stole get out at once." our tent, and if you can't see through it I ain't goin The 'day was now pretty well advanced. Ned to tell you what I'm thinking of, for I may be wrong fully realized that it was going to take two days although I don't think I am." to make one trip from the tent to the tug and back "Well, we'll go down there and have a look," re again. plied Ned, knowing how hopeless it was to think o Personally he had but little hope of getting all making the Unknown tell anything he did not wan the gold over, for he felt sure that the Indians to tell. would begin carrying it off as soon as their backs But Young Klondike saw through the mystery b e were turned. fore they had covered the first half mile. So the only hope lay in Jim Leary's scheme, and "Hello! By gracious, I understand it all now!' an immediate start was made for the falls, which they he exclaimed, stopping short. "It's our tent !" reached about midnight. And so it was, and when they reached it there wa During the long journey Young Klondike carefully everything undisturbed. obser,yed the direction of the river, studying the lay Edith could scarcely believe her eyes. of the land. "How in the world is it that old man Reynolds di not tumble to this?" questioned Dick. He lost his bearings after it grew dark, but he felt "Oh, perhaps he wasn't curious and never went u sure that the distance had been shortened up very the hill,,, replied Ned. much, providing there was nothing to hinder them from crossing the intervening country. 0 perhaps the river kept full of ice. in his time,' This, however, could only be decided by making the said Dick. . attempt, and soon after dawn, which was a little after The bags of gold lay piled up before the two o'clock in the morning, the start was made. j where they had left them and not a tool was missrng. By his own request Captain was allowed It was perfectly clear that the Indians had not re to remain in charge of the tug, and Jim Leary went turned. on the tramp with the rest. "This .is a big thing!" cried Young Klondike. Ned had carefully noted the general position of the "Why, we can easy get the gold over to the tug i1 one day." tent, or at least, he thought so, and he anticipated about a ten-mile journey over the barren hills. It seemed so then, but going up and down the hil First of all they had to ascend a high, roc.ky hill proved to be hard work, and two days were spent i to the left of the rapids below the falls. This meant packing the gold over to the tug . a climb of fully a thousand feet, and it was such slow But this was a big improvement on a month, as i work that all were qmte discouraged by the time would unquestionably have taken to do it. the othe they reached the top. way. "There's no fun in this," growled the Unknown. j The worst of the work was no>v over. The Arcti "It's just as steep on the other side, I suppose, and Trail had been followed to a finish, and the gold la ye gods and little fishes, what's this?" safely packed away in the cabin of the tug. The Unknown was the first to come out on the top There was a big jollification that night on boar of the rise. the Viking, for it was determined not to start unti As Ned followed him over the ridge, he saw to his morning. amazement that there was no great descent on the Captain conover turned to during the afternoo other side. They were standing at the head of a and cooked a splendid supper, feeling that they coul long va. lley which descended gradually, widening out afford to be liberal with their provisions now. more and more until it lost itself in the distance, and Everybody was in high spirits, and the Indian there, not over a mile away, stood a small white tent were forgotten. beside a creek, but not a soul visible anywhere near After supper Ned picked the banjo and Edit it. sang, and the Unknown told marvelous stories o "Well, well! We're not alone up here it seems !" ad venture in all parts of the world, and Captain Con

PAGE 24

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC TRAIL. 23 over told whaling stories. Altogether it was a jolly l The Unknown went into the wheel-house with Cap good time for all tain Conover. Ned and Dick sat in the stern and haC: "We'll start at daybreak," said the captain. "You a long talk about their -plans. needn't any of you get up. Jim and I will attend to Long before the tug reached the mouth of the rive1 everything. The passengers are entitled to one good Edith, aroused by the motion, came on deck and was night's sleep." not a little surprised to learn what had occurred. But Ned did not seem able to sleep well that night. "Are you going to strikQ right out into the sand,. He put in a couple of hours when he first lay or shall we keep in shore until we are further down, down, and woke up about one o'clock and couldn't cap?" asked Ned, as all three walked along to the get to sleep a .gain. wheel-house a little later on. As he lay there in the bunk listening, he could "Boys," said the captain, gravely, "I don't know heiLr Captain Conover, as he supposed, movitig about what we shall do. Fact is, I don't like this wind." thu deck, and at last the cabin door was softly opened "What's the matter with the wind?" asked Neq. anti someone looked in. "It seems to be blowing good and strong, and what's Ned raised up suddenly just in time to catch sight more it's blowing our way and ought to help us. of a hairy face, and his heart almost ceased to beat along." for he saw staring at him the old gray wolf. "Ah, Young Klondike, it will help something elsei Slam went the door and hurried footsteps were along, too." heard on deck. What do you mean?" "Dick! Dick Zed!" shouted Young Klondike, "I mean the ice. Therc--a lots of it up at th3 head seizing his rifle and springing out of the bunk. of the sound; if we should happen to get nipped in it Dick was up almost on the instant and the Unand blown out to sea it would be a bad job." known came tumbling out of the bunk with his tall "we are most to the sound now, ain't we?" asked hat on, which made it look as though he had been the Unknown. "That's what we are. When we round that bluff sleeping in it. "What's the row?" he cried, taking his rifle from yonder we shall see it, and unless I'm mightily mis-a corner and rushing after Dick. taken we shall see ice." They found Ned running around the deck looking for the gray wolf, as he explained, but the strange creature was not to be found on the tug nor to be seen on the shore. "Pshaw! You've been dreaming, dear boy." said the detective. "Not a bit of it," replied Ned. "What 1 saw I saw. Where's the captain? Where's Jim I'm afraid we are in trouble here?" But it was nothing of the sort. Captain Conover was found asleep in his bunk, and Jim Leary having got his fires up had dropped off in the engin'e -room. Neither had seen anything nor heard anything. Tl:en the tug was searched from end to end without any discovery being made. "It beats the band where he can have gone," said Dick. "I'm sure from the way you jumped, Ned, there wasn't time for him to hide on shore." The captain's gloomy prognostications made everyone feel uneasy, and all watched in silence as the Viking went around the bluff. "The ice !" cried Ned suddenly, as he caught a view of the sound. "That's what," said the Unknown. "Cap wa&. right." There was the ice, sure enough. As far as the eye could reach the fields of glittering white cakes stretched seaward, and there was na end to it visible the other way up the bay. "We are in for it," said Captain Conover, qmet ly. "I foresaw this." "If you'll tell us what to do we'd like it better," said Ned. "See that narrow rim of water along shore, Young Klondike ?" "Of course I do. It's the enly thing that gives me hope." "Well, there's just one of two things to do; we can: take our chances of cutting in ahead of the ice, or we: can anchor and wait for the wind to change." I "Well, now look here," said the captain, "I don't know what to say about this. I believe now that it is Dave White, and I believe his scheme was to let us load on the gold and then try to go with us. If there was any earthly place on this tug to hide that we haven't looked into, I should say he was here." "Any of the ice closing in on us and throwing us up on the rocks?" asked the Unknown. These remarks made Young Klondike suggest that they look again, a,nd they did it, going over every nch of the ground thoroughly but without result. "We may as well start along," said the ca,ptain. 'We're all up and dressed but Miss Edith, and it's oing to be daylight in a few moments. Let's go 1ow." Nobody objected, and in a few moments the tug tarted down the river. "Every danger, if we take to the rim," replied the. captain, "but then we might make a go of it and cut in ahead; once we did that we could hold our own at. least, and perhaps gain on the floe." "By all means try it," said Ned. Anything fs better than to think of anchoring now." "All I want is orders," said Captain Conover, andl he drove the Viking ahead at full speed, running in:. between the ice and the rocky shore.

PAGE 25

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC TRAIL. But before_ they had gon_e way to their old an-! "And that would be a good .thing, for then the i chorage the ice began closmg m around them. would break up and let us out,' said Dick. There was no open water ahead now and to think "It won't break up as long as this wind holds of returning to the river was useless. remarked the Unknown. "It blows the cakes t Looking back Young Klondike could see that the gether and keeps the field one solid mass. I don ice had blown in against the rocks and the rim was doubt there's going to be a storm, and I don't lo obliterated. for any change until it's over. One thing, thougl All the open water left was a stretch of a few hun-we've got rid of the gray wolf and the Indians. dred yards in length and not over twenty feet in width. reckon Mr. Dave White wishes he'd never left th "We're stuck !" said Dick, dolefully. tug." Captain rang his bell, and the tug stop-Certainly if the missing sailor was among the I ped. dians on the desolate shore of Kotzebue Sound h "Do you give it up?" asked the Unknown. could hardly hope ever to see civilized parts agaiu. "I've got to," was the gloomy reply. "We can't Years might elapse before a ship visited that co.a.st go forward and we can't go back." and the chances of any one penetrating to the valle And the floe closed in on them as they lay there. were more remote still. In a few moments the glittering cakes were around Young Klondike was resolved that he would nrnre them-the Viking was adrift in the ice. do it. CHAPTER IX. HOW THE GRAY WOLF JUMPED ON THE ICE. Golden & Luckey were the owners or enough g'1>0 mines without attempting to work one, be it eve1. s rich, in this desolate region. And yet there were millions in sight, in those drifts dug by old Raymond Reynolds and they are t\iere still. Such is the wonderful richness of the great gold deFoR a little while all hands silently watched the posit in Alaska. In no part of the known world ifl the progress of events. precious metal so widely distributed and in lt soon became apparent that the tug was in the quantities, and yet there is next to no chance to work greatest danger. many of the richest mines except for a few sho r t Moved by the strong ebb tide and hurried forward weeks in the summer season. by the wind, the big ice cakes crunched and ground How Re)'nolds ever managed to put in a winter against her sides, threatening every moment to crush in that valley was something Young Klondike could the frail era.ft to atoms, and yet all Young Klondike not understand, nor was the mystery ever solved could do was to stand and watch it. Hb was power-But to return to our story. less to make a move. That night it snowed as Young Klondike had not. "By the Jumping Jeremiah! let's have dinner!" seen it snow since the night old Raymond Reynolds exclaimed the Unknown, passing out of the wheeldied. touse. "I ain't going to worry about this thing. It began shortly after tV\"elve, and by half-past the We are in it, and we can't get out of it, so what's the air was just one mass of snow, which swept over 'c;he use of worrying? I sa y none at all!" tug with fearful velocity, burying everythii;ig which It was rather early for dinner, but with the Uncame in its way. known determined to do a tb.ing, it was usually done. There was no sleep for any one, the situation was He went cooking the dinner himself and soon altogether too serious. had it on the table, and they sat over it an unusual Young Klondike and the Unknown went into the time, for there was nothing else to do. wheel-house with Captain Conover, but Dick stayed When Ned relieved Captain Conover at the wheel in the cabin with Edith. at last, and Dick went into the engine-room to let Jim "This ain't going to be a long storm," remarked Leary go to the table, the Viking had worked a long the master of the Viking, as Ned stood peering way out from the shore, and was now firmly locked in through the glass, something which did no good at the ice floe about the middle of Kotzebue Sound. all, for he could not see a thing. Young Klondike saw at a gla. nce that the chances "How do you know ?" asked the detective. of getting out of their predicament until the wind "Oh, I'm sure of it. I judge by the way the died down were very slim, and even then there was snow comes down, by the wind and various other no certaintythat the ice would break up right away. things." There was no change at sundown, except that it "Do you pass for a weather prophet when you are had clouded over and looked like a storm. home?" asked the detective, half sneeringly it "If we are caught in a blizzard here Heaven help sounded, although perhaps, he did not intend it that us," remarked Captain Conover. "I'm sure I don't way. know what the end of it will be, but I should say tha. t "I pass for a navigator among those who know there was scarcely a doubt that it would blow us out me," replied the ca.ptain quietly, "and I think I to sea." may say I understand my business, too."

PAGE 26

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC'fRAIL. 25 I suppose you are right; I'm willing to admit it. Whereabouts are we now, cap ?" "Probably at the mouth of Kotzebue Sound. We may be out at sea, for all I can tell. If we ain't we will be in a short time." "We can' t see beyond the length of our nose," said Ned. "If there had been the least chance to do the lookout act, I should have been outside doing it, but there ain't. We might run into any old thing, for all we could do to hinder it. Thunder That was a big one. Brace up, Zed! The old Viking ain't going over this time, although it came p recious near it, I will admit." -..... Edith, who had come forward with Dick, asked about the ship. "Yes, what is she, cap?" added Ned. "What in the world brought such a craft as that up here?" "She's an old abandoned whaler beyond all doubt," replied Captain Conover. "Didn't you see the big works on deck?" "No; can't say I did." "That's because you're no navigator. I've got eyes like a cat. I saw them plain enough." "How long do you suppose she's been aban doned?" "Hard to say. Probably she's one of last year's fleet. Hundreds of whalers come up here, you know. It's a very common thing for them to get nipped in theice." This sort of thing was going on all the time. A huge cake of ice had been forced against the tug. It rose above its fellows, grinding against the timber with terrible force, almost threatening their safety "But why abandoned?" for a moment and sending the tug far over on its "Perhaps she's leaky. Perhaps the crew starved side. to death. You can imagine anything, but that's "Is there any danger?" shouted Dick, opening the what she is. I've known water-logged ships to keep cabin door. afloat for months. Take an old whaler whose tim-N ,,, b 1 d N d t 1 th d d J bers are thoroughly saturated with oil, and it's all ot '1 c: c imtg el soun an you can do to sink her. All I hope is 'she won't run <>pemng e oor o c w ouse o rep y. across our pa th again." As he Clld so, he caught sight of a huge black mass Th th ht f 1 th t 1 t d . ere was no oug o s eepmg a mg1, an ahead of them m the darkness. It almost made his th . h f d k d 'th t d heart stand still. e remammg ours o ar ness passe w1 ou a -venture. "A ship! A ship!" he shouted. "Jam your helm At five o'clock it stopped snowing and grew sudhard-a-port !" dcnly warmer, but now another trouble o:vertook the "A ship? Nonsense! It can't be!" roared the Viking. captain, but he twisted his wheel just the same and t ried to force the Viking around, but the move was Evidently it had rained further out at sea, for the made too late. fog came rolling in upon them, and it grew so thick Suddenly the tug struck with a great force as if i't that they could scarcely see the length of the tug. had struck a rock. Edith bustled about and got a good breakfast tort glanced off and moved through the grinding ice gether. "We are lost in a sea of ice," declared Ned, when past the obstruction. he sat down to the table, and according to Cap Everybody ran out on deck except Gaptain Conover, Conover this state of things is liable to hold for a who had presence of mind to ring the starting bell as week." he twisted his wheel. "By the Jumping Jeremiah there'sapleasantprosProba?ly it was this which saved the Viking from I pect for you," spoke up the 'unknown. "Come on, Young Klondike, tell us something else that's nice." She past the ship and forced her way "We may as well face the music." through ice beyond. You bet we've got to," said Dick. "Never mind. Not a light shown, not a voice We can stand it a month, and don't you forgetit. As Young Klondike .couM see the towermg 3'Ild long as the ice don't grind us to pieces we stand a t he snow covered riggrng, but no human berng ap-fairly good chance of getting out alive." peared on deck. After breakfast all went on deck. "A tight squeak. Ye gods and little fishes, a tight Ned took the wheel and Dick went into the engine squeak!" cried the Unknown. room to relieve the captain and engineer. "Ship ahoy! Hello on board there!" roared CapIt was decidedly warm, so much so that Ned let tain Conover, but no answer came back. down the wjndows. Not that this helped him to see A moment more and the ship had vanished in the any. There was nothing to be seen but the everlastdarkness, leaving the tug to find her .way through the ing fog. ice. "I don't believe this is going to hold any great Captain Conover rang the bell to stop, for there length of time," said the Unknown. "'!'hat's the was momentary danger that the propeller would lose east. You, can see the sun trying to struggle through a blade. the fog. I believe it will be out before long." We can't keep this up," he said, our only hope "Then here's one who will be glad to see it," re-of escape lies in keeping the Viking iP. good condition plied Ned. "How's the wind?" until the ice breaks up." "East, what there is of it."

PAGE 27

"That's. blowing in the right direction." To take us out to see, yes." "Ain't that what we want?" "Oh, I suppose so, if we don t go too far." "I suppose we are on the move all the time. It is hard to realize it, though. Seems to me as though we were standing still." He had started in to capture the gray wolf now and he ran to the stern like lightning and sprang off upon the ice. But the detective had made a great mistake. H e thought because the ice held up the gray wolf that it would hold up him. Nothing of the sort. "We are probably moving, and if the tide is on the The man in the wolf skin, be he who he might, was ebb, moving rapidly." evidently a light weight. The ice was not the solid "And we'll go back on the flood?" mass it looked to be, but was broken up into cakes "I presume so. It depends upon the wind. I imperfectly frozen together. don't know enough about this sort 'Of business to They yielded beneath the weight of the gray wolf, speak definitely." but they held him up as he ran. "I wish we could make a move," said Ned, after a With the Unknown it was different. He had not little, "but I suppose it would be madness to start up gone ten steps before down he went into the icy now." water. "If you want a broken propeller it would be a sure Edith screamed, and all rushed to the stern. way to get one. Captain Conover is very positive "Help, help!" shouted the Unknown, his arms about that." waving wildly and his tall hat bobbing up and down Then for goodness sake don't attempt it," said among the ice. Edith. "To float round here helpless would be aw-The gray wolf looked back, disclosing a man's face ful. I suppose we might go for six months and not under the wolf's head, as Young Klondike, quick to meet a ship." respond to the appeal, sprang over the rail on to the "By the Jumping Jeremiah! Speaking of ships, what's that?" cried the Unknown, suddenly pointing ice. Ned was light and wiry, and well able to hold his off into the fog. "What's what?" demanded Ned. position on the floe. "That black thing-don't you see, there behind He could hear the shouts of the sailors on the ship us?" as he leaped from cake to cake, and then came Dick's The Unknown had been looking back and Ned step-voice, crying: ped out of the pilot-house to have a look too. "Look out for yourself, Ned! Here's a rope !" "There's certainly something there!" he cried. Dick seized the first coil of rope he could lay hi s "Can it be the old whaler again?" hands on, and whirling it about his head, let fly. And as he looked the fog lifted. Luckily it fell right in front of Ned, who stooped, It was a wonderful sight to see the big ship sudseized it, and flung it to the Unknown, who w a s denly come into view in that halo of mist. clutching desperately at the ice. But it was not the whaler. The detective was very cool. The deck was crowded with men who sent up a "I'm all rigiht. Don't you fret about me, dear wild shout and waved their hats at the tug. boy!" he cri:d, and immediately began to adjust the Ship ahoy there Ahoy !" roared Young Klon-rope under bis arms. dike, and the captain and engineer came running out I "Look at the wolf! Look at the wolf!" cried of the cabin just in time to see something else more Edith, and Ned saw the strange being suddenly los e startling than the ship. his footing, slip among the ice cakes, and disappe a r It wa,s the old gray wolf! with an awful yell. How he came there no one could imagine nor did But this was all he saw, for at the same instant the they ever solve the mystery, but there he was stand-fog shut down upon them again. lng erect near the stern rail. The ship vanished-the place where the gray wolf Without turning his face he leaped overboard and disappeared was seen no more. Eve n the tug wa,s started to run over the snow-covered ice like a man. blotted out, althougb._,Young Klondike could still h ear the voices of his friends calling. All he could see wa s the Unknown. CHAPTER X. WHERE IS THE SHIP? Cool as a cucumber? Well, that w e ll-worn phrase scarcely expresses the way the Unknown took this the most trying situa.tion of all. "Keep still, Young Klondike !" he cried. "Keep a stiff upper lip and keep hold of the rope We may "BY the Jumping Jeremiah, my man!" cried the die, but we'll die fighting. Now if you dare, pull m e Unknown. "I'll have him if I perish in the atup." -tempt!" It was just like the Unknown. When he started to do a thing he usually did it. The ice seemed comparatively solid under Ned':; feet, and he ventured to make the a,ttempt. To be sure, the ice cake upon which he stood sank

PAGE 28

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S .ARCTIC TRAIL. low down in the water, but it did not give way altogether. Little by little he managed to pull the Unknown out upon another cake, where he stood trembling like a lea.f. "Come here!" cried Ned. "Walk easy now! Are you cold? Don't be worried. It will bear you if you don t try to go too fast." "Now, now, don't you fret about me, Young Klon dike. I'm a-coming on all right. Ye gods and little fishes! Did you see him? It was Mike Dresser! Any one could recognize him, now that his beard has begun to grow again. Where in the world did he The whistle tooted again and again as they moved on, but no answer came. When Young Klondike appeared on deck, the case seemed hopeless. It was the same old question. "Where is the ship?" CHAPTER XI. THE WRECK OF THE VIKING. the "BY the Jumping Jeremiah, it's no use talking, I a gllmpse of the face, but I couldn t I we're going dead wrong!" exclaimed the Unknown, be sure, replied Ned. after Captain Conover had wasted some twenty Toot, . I minutes groping his way around through the fog. The Vikmg s whistle was and they could "I gave it up some time ago," replied Edith. "I the shouts of men sln.p. . never expect to see that ship again. Ned, Ned, Ned. came Dicks voice, rismg above ''I think myself it's mighty doubtful if we do the rest. said Ned, "but of course there is no telling. Any" A11 right! I'm here safe with Zed! Keep on how it seems to me as thongh we ought not to take blowing!" Young Klondike shouted back. any more chances on breaking our propeller. It's Meanwhile the Unknown was picking his way ginall up with us if we do." gerly over the ice toward Ned, who helped by keeping Are you talking about me, bo ys?" called Capthe rope taut. tain Conover, looking out of the wheel-house. The Vikin_g's whistle kept up a constant tooting "Not exa.ctly. We are discussing our chances," and they followed the sound, coming in sight of the said Ned. "Don't you think we ought to stop?" tug a moment later to their unspeakable relief. J "Might as well. It ain't any use to keep on. We Everybody set up a shout and there were plenty of are nowhere near the ship." helping hands ready to assist them into the tug. "That's what! Which direction are we running "Did you see his face? Did you see it?" cried in, anyhow?" Dick and Edith in one breath. "About south-east." "Why of course we did," replied the detective. "Will that take us clear of Kotzebue Sound if we "Mike Dresser," said Dick. keep it up?" "You bet," a .nswered Ned. "He's a goner now. "I suppose so; can't tell though. You see I don't Did you see hi:m sink?" know how far we have drifted." "I call him Dave White, and I'll be blamed if I can "Do you see any chance of the fog lifting ?" asked tell wh ere he hid himself, but I say, let him go," put Dick. in Captain Conover. "Where's t .he ship ? We want Well," said the c apta in, "it don't look so much to tie to her. Get b e low and change your clothes, like it now as it did. Still you can't tell. It may lift you fellows. The ice s eems to be breaking up and any moment. I think the wind is slowly shifting broken or no broken propeller, I'm going to west; tha t will soon dissipate it. You may see it go make a start." in a moment, or it may hold on all day. But come! Captain Conover ran into the wheel-house and gave what's the verdict? Shall we stop?. Jim Leary the bell. Then he b .egan to work the tug "What do you say?" asked Ned. around so as to head h e r toward the ship. "I think we don't have to. W e seem to be going Ned and the Unknown ral). into the cabin and strip-on all right. I think the ice is rotting below and ped, rubbed themselves down with towels and put on breaking up fast. I don't see the risk to the propelle r dry clothes. that I did." "Well, what's the word ?" dema,nded the detect-, "Then, by all means, let's turn round and go on," ive, when he came out again. "I don't hear those said Ned, "but I trust to you to stop the instant y o u fellows hollering now." think there is the least danger." It w a s as still as death, and the fog seemed thicker The captain made the turn and struck off to the than ever. south-west. The Viking was slowly grinding her way through This course continued was sure to carry them clear the ice, Captain Conover believing that he was workof the ice sooner than any other, he declared. ing toward the ship. But was he? But it was not written in the book of fate that they It seemed extremely doubtful. should see the Viking get clear of the ice by taking No man living could tell where hewasgoinginthat I that direction, or any other to which the compass fog. pointed.

PAGE 29

28 ===================================================== YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC TRAIL. / Before fifteen minutes had passed, Ned, who was sitting in the cabin talking with Dick, was startled by a tremendous shock, which almost threw him on the floor. What in the world has happened now?" cried Dick, springing up and making a rush for the door. Young Klondike followed him. Edith was calling, the Unknown was shouting, there m front of them loomed a big ship, and the tug seemed fastened to it, and was settling in the water fast. "The Viking's a goner!" cried Capta.in Conover, jumping out of the wheel-house. "p,e done it now, boys! Here we are, against the old whaler hard and fa.st with her bow anchor driven through our tim bers." What had happened it took just about one minute to explain. Groping his way in the fog, Captain Conover had run the tug against the old derelict, striking the bow ancho:r, which bung partly under water. The fluke of the anchor had torn away the timbers on the starboard bow, and the tug was rapidly filling. There was but one thing to do, and that was to get on board the old whaler. Captain Conover examined the break as well he could, and declared that there was no time to be lost. "Ye gods and little fishes Is it so?" groaned the Unknown. "Have we gone through all this to see over half a million in gold drop to the bottom of 1 Kotzebue Sound in the end?" "Brace up! No grunting!" cried Ned. "We may get some of the bags off on the whaler; at any rate, I'm going to try." "Cap, the water is coming into the engine-room !" calfod Leary, looking out of his door. "We'd better make a move." "Time!" said the captain, coolly. "I'm doing my best." "What he was doing was tying a slip noose in a coil of rope, the same which had been thrown to Ned. He had it ready in a moment and flung it up on the deck of the whaler. It caught on something over the raU-the captain seemed to know just what he was doing-and he pulled it taut, and giving the other end to the Unknown to hold went up hand over hand. "Good enough! Here's a ladder!" he cried. "We'll fix you all!" He made the ladder fast and let it down over the side of the ship. It was'bigh time if they wished to save any of the gold, for the tug was sinking fast. Ned helped Edith up and Dick followed. "Go on," said Captain Conover, but Ned wouldn't. "No, I'll stay and pass up the gold," he said. "We want to save all we can. Go on yourself, and lend me a hand." "I'll stay with you, boss," said Leary. "I'm not afra,id." But Ned wouldn't hear to that. either. "No, no," he declared. "I'm taking all the chances," and he began moving the gold bags forward. When he had accumulated a number he passed them up to Leary, who clung to the foot of the ladder and passed them on to Captain conover further up, and so on to the Unknown on the. deck. In a few moments the supply moved forward was exhausted and Ned went back for more. "Look out for yourself!" shouted the captain. "She's away down in the water now!" Although he was wa.ding through water up to his ankles, Ned scarcely heeded the warning, he was so intent on saving more of the gold. All at once Edith gave a fearful cry and everyone stood staring at where the tug had been. Suddenly it sank out of sight and the fog and ice closed around them. "Ned! Ned!" screamed Edith, but there was no answer save the grinding of the ice against the old whaler's hull. CHAPTER XII. THE END OF THE MAN-WOLF AND THE STORY OF YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC TRAIL. "GONE!" cried Captain Conover. "Well, well, well!" "You are alluding to the gold," said the Un known, bitterly. "Let me tell you I'd cheerfully pitch what that poor boy saved overboard to have him back again." And the Unknown turned away with tears in his eyes, passing Edith, who stood by the rail weeping softly. Dick said nothing. His grief was too great for tears. He had walked to the stern of the old whaler, and stood looking off gloomily into the bay. This was after every effort had been made to learn Young Klondike's fate. It all went for nothing. The tug bad gone down so suddenly that there seemed no possible chance that Ned could have survived. "Now come, boss, I don't want you to think that I am heartless," said Captain Conover, "for I'm nothing of the sort. It's no use saying anything in a case like this, though. Only thing is to work and that's what I propose to do." Captain Conover went about it quietly, and Dick took hold and helped him. First of all they made a careful survey of the old derelict which proved to be the J. H. Swan, of San Francisco. She appeared to have been abandoned suddenly and that after a long cruise. There were a great many barrels of oil in the hold, and also a great many bar rels that were empty.

PAGE 30

YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARCTIC TRAIL. "It was these which kept her up," the captain de] seemed, and lay there faintly breathing, staring at clared. He tried her pumps, and found that she car-Ned through half closed eyes. ried but little water. Jt seemed hardly likely that When the fog lifted Ned saw the Swan and then she had been abandoned on account of leakage, and turning his head saw the ship. it was difficult to understand what the cause could He could see the men moving about on the deck of have been. Cabin, galley, fo'castle, everything the latter, but could not make out any one on the showed that. her crew had taken a hasty departure, deck of the Swan-she was too far away. but the reason seemed destined to remain forever a "If I could only set a signal," he thought; "if I mystery of the sea. could only do something to let them know that I am While the captain and Ned were thus engaged, the h ere there would be nothing to worry about, but all wind suddenly shifted west and began to blow the same they seem to be coming my way." strong, and after a few moments the fog cleared away. "Young Klondike! Young Klondike!" The old Swan was out of sight of land, with the The ma. n-wolf was speaking. His voice was so ice floe moving rapidly to the eastward, breaking faint that Ned could scarcely distinguish the words; into thousands of pieces a.s it went. he bent over him, saying: This was hopeful, for in a few moments they would "Well, my poor friend, so you still live?" be in clear water, but what stirred them most was the "I'm no friend of yours," was the low reply. "I sight of a ship, under full sail, moving rapidly toward never was a true friend to any man, least of all to them through the parting ice. myself. Listen to me, Young Klondike. I was mad. "We are saved-we are saved!" shouted the UnI've been mad for years, but I'm sane now that known. "Oh, if poor Ned were only in the same J death is upon me. Do you know my name?" boat!" "Mike Dresser?" suggested Ned. Unknown to the Unknown, this remark carried a "Not at all. I am Al Evans, old Reynolds' part-double meaning, for at that very moment Young ner. I am the man who called himself Mike Dresser, Klondike was in a boat, and, although they could not though, but you knew me best as Dave White. Oh, I see it, tha.t boat lay between the old Swan and the tell you there's method in my madness; the spells coming ship. oome and go. I was mad when I left the Viking and Not dead-not a bit of it! Ned Golden sat there joined the Indians-fellows I knew well once in the bending over a strange figure, which lay stretched at days when Raymond Reynolds and I worked that his feet battling for life. claim-but knew what I was doing all the time. I It was only a man lying on a wet wolf skin cut knew it the night I attacked Cap Conover-I loose from his body, around which it had been se-I'd killed the old snoozer-and when I looked in on curely tied with cords. you with my wolf skin on, and then hid in the hold Young Klondil{e's story may be told ma few brief of the tug. I let you load that gold. I wanted words. my chance. I was mad when I jumped overboard. He sank with the tug, being in the cabin at the I t.B.ought the ship was close to us, and that I time, but he would not have been Young Klondike if could reach it. You know what happened, but you he had allowed a little thing like that to disturb him don't know that they sent a boat out after me a bit. and got me, and that I, in a mad fit, attacked those Ned had no more idea of drowning than he had of two sailors and t'hrew them overboard. Ha, ha, ha!" flying. He made one rush out of the cabin and He laughed wildly and raised himself in the boat, sprang into the water, and in a moment was on the displaying more strength than Ned supposed he surface again enveloped in the fog. poss e ssed. To his utter surprise he rose alongside a small boat "I did 'em l I did 'em both!" he cried, "and I in which there was apparently nobody. had a right to, for they did me. I-hark They are Ned seized the boat and pulled himself in. calling! Don't you bear them, Young Klondike? Then his surprise was doubled, for there lay the Keep the gold-I'm going! Good-by!" man, Mike Dresser, alias Dave White, alias the man-Suddenly and without other warning the man-wolf wolf. sprang up and jumped into the water, which closed Apparently he was in a dying condition; the wolf over him on the instant and he was never seen skin was covered with blood, which seemed to come again. from a wound around the heart. Not seen by Young Klondike who, dumb with horSomeone was shouting. He could hear his name ror, watched for his reappearance in vain; not seen again and again. by the sailors on the whaler Sea Gull, which presently '. Ned shouted back, but the rising wind carried his rescued Young Klondike from his perilous position ; words away; his answering cry never reached the not seen by Dick, Edith or the Unknown, who with Swan, and there seemed just as little chance of his Captain Conover and Jim Leary joined Young Klonever reaching her, for there were no oars in the boat. dike on the Sea Gull's deck later on. And from that time until the moment of the clear-It was the end of the man-wolf, and it is also the ing of the fog Young Klondike remained watching end of our story of Young Klondike's Arctic Trail, the wolf in silence, for the man was past speaking in for there were no more adventures to happen to our

PAGE 31

30 YOUNG KLONDIKE'S ARC'l'IC 'l'RAIL. gold hunters before the Sea Gull landed them at St. certainly something apiece, but to Golden & Luckex Michaels a few days later, to which port she went the small sum was scarcely worthy of consideration, straight with the old Swan in tow. and they went right to work at their old business of A hundred and twenty thousand dollars was what gold hunting again. Young saved from the wreck of the Vik. It is a life full of adventure, this gold hunting, and ing. Young Klondike had his share of it. For other and .. In his usual liberal style, Ned divided the odd change-we mean the twenty thousand-among the sailors of the Sea Gull, and then all returned to Daw son City by the first boat up the Yukon. A hundred thousand dollars divided among six was more startling .adventures in which all our friends figured, we refer the reader to the next story of this series, entitled "YOUNG KLONDIKE'S. NEW BONANZA; OR, THE GOLD DIGGERS OF FRENCH GULCH." [THE END.) This is Our yery Latest! YANKEE DOODLE. G?ntaining Stotties of the Pttesent Watt. HANDSOMELY CO!..ORED COVERS. 32 PfiGESs EacH STORY Coll!PLETEs PRICE 5 CENTS PER COPY. : ISSUED EVERY T-W-0 -W-EEKS. BY GENERAL GEO. A. NELSON. 1 Yankee Doodle, the Drummer Boy; or, Young America. to the Front. 2 Yankee Doodle in Havana; or, Lea.ding Our Troops to Victory. 3 Yankee Doodle With Sampson's Fleet; or, Scouting for the Admiral. 4 Yankee Doodle With Schley; or, Searching for the Spanish Fleet. 5 Yankee Doodle With Gomez; or, Adventures in the Heart of Cuba.. 6 Yankee Doodle in Porto Bico; or, Routing. the Spanish at San Jua,n. 7 Yankee Doodle With.the Bough Riders; or, Hot Work in Cuba. 8 Yankee Doodle at the Siege of Santiago; or, Scouting the Line for Shafter. 9 Yankee Doodle and His Dead-Shots; or.100 Against 10.000. 10 Yankee Doodle With Aguinaldo: or, Young America, at Manila. 11 Yankee Doodle at Manila : or, The Wild Men of the Philippines. 12 Yankee Doodle and Weyler's Gold: or, After the Ca.pta,in-Genera.l's Treasure. For Sale by. All Newsdealers, or will be Sent to Any Address on Receipt of Price, 5 Cents Per Copy, by FRANK TCUSEY, Publisher, 29 "W" est 26th St., New York.

PAGE 32

... I .. YOUNG KLOIDIKE. STORIES OF A GOLD SEEKER. Handsomely Colored Covers. 32 PAGES. ISSUED TWICE A MONTH. Price 5 Cents. Price 5 Cents. BY AN. OLD MINER. i Young Klondike; or, Off For the Land of Gold. 2 Young Klondike's Claim: or, Nine Golden Nuggets. 3 Young Klondike's First Million; or, His Grea, t Strike on El Dora.d Creek. 4 Young. Klondike a,nd the Claim Agents; or, Fighting the Land Sba.rks of Da.wson City. 5 Young Klondike's New Diggings; or, The Great Gold Find on Owl Creek. 6 Young Chase; or, The Gold Pirates of the Yukon. 7 Young Klondike's Golden Island: or, Haifa, Million in Dust. 8 Young Klondike's Seven Strikes; or, The Gold Hunters of High Rock. 9 Young Klondike's Journey to Juneau; or, Guarding a, Million in Gold. 10 Young Klondike's Lucky Ca.mp; or, Working the Unknown'sCla.im. 11 Young Klondike's Lost Million; or, The Mine Wreckers of Gold Creek. 12 Young Klondike's Gold Syndicate; or, Brea.king the Brokers o Dawson City. 13 Young Klondike's Golden Eagle; or, Working a, Hidden Mine. 14 Young Klondike's Trump Ca.rd; or, The Rush to Rocky River. 15 Young Klondike's Arctic Trail: or, Lost in a, Sea, of Ice. FOR SALE BY ALL NEWSDEALERS OR WILL BE SENT TO ANY ADDRESS ON RECEIPT OF PRICE, 5 CENTS PER COPY. ADDRESS FRANK TOUSEY, Publisher, 29 West 26th Street, New York., ,ff ___ .!!._ ........ ........ --__ l_ _______ ............... --


printinsert_linkshareget_appmore_horiz

Download Options

close
Choose Size
Choose file type
Cite this item close

APA

Cras ut cursus ante, a fringilla nunc. Mauris lorem nunc, cursus sit amet enim ac, vehicula vestibulum mi. Mauris viverra nisl vel enim faucibus porta. Praesent sit amet ornare diam, non finibus nulla.

MLA

Cras efficitur magna et sapien varius, luctus ullamcorper dolor convallis. Orci varius natoque penatibus et magnis dis parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus. Fusce sit amet justo ut erat laoreet congue sed a ante.

CHICAGO

Phasellus ornare in augue eu imperdiet. Donec malesuada sapien ante, at vehicula orci tempor molestie. Proin vitae urna elit. Pellentesque vitae nisi et diam euismod malesuada aliquet non erat.

WIKIPEDIA

Nunc fringilla dolor ut dictum placerat. Proin ac neque rutrum, consectetur ligula id, laoreet ligula. Nulla lorem massa, consectetur vitae consequat in, lobortis at dolor. Nunc sed leo odio.