Dick Kent with the Malemute Mail

in beaded moosehide, and the shadow of still another figure on his right and a little behind him.

sing. As far as Fort Vermilion he had travelled with Randall, but there had given up his place to Sandy and Toma,

tree. Later there had been trouble with the motor. Two hundred miles north of Fort Vermilion, a few minutes before the final tra

e. A terrifying spinning sensation, a horrible rush of air from below, the cracking and sp

Had Stewart been equally as fortunate? Who had brought him here? He loo

I?" he ask

this strange being. He was a god surely. Did he not speak the language of th

nds. I give you my assurance and the assurance of a

brought

itatingly. "When the magic ship crashed to

panion?" tr

is d

nt one. In one sense of the word, Stewart had become a martyr in a noble cause. Like many another fearless flyer he had eng

ships come back

d on through the heavens and became l

their fall. But surely by this time they had discovered the

e we fell to the ground?"

afternoon. This

n. He had supposed that only a few

he ships returning?" he p

a shook

d, my ears would have caught the sound of their coming. Perhaps they

as nothing in any way magical or mysterious about those ships of the air; and that neither he nor his friends were gods from some vague land beyond the rim of t

, or if they had heard would have believed that ordinary mortals, even the smartest of the white race, could fashion boats from wood and iron that could float throu

to go floating through the skies. But tell me, my brother, have

een built which would be strong enough to underta

young man. Then, while Dick ate, he talked. He told them of the smallpox epidemic north of the Mackenzie, of his adventures in going to

he concluded, "are carry

sted, offering their services in any way that w

es so that you may pro

em. "That is ve

then abruptly his face darkene

The great white father of the police will be pleased to hear of your kindness

n the young man's head. Something closely akin to

d the expedition which will set out this af

he turned with great dignity

lt. This corral or compound contained between thirty or forty Indian ponies. A number of youths had already entered it, carrying lassos. Followin

rsation that Dick learned for the first time that the place where the plane had crashed to the ground was n

d, "we will walk over there while t

at the other in

go now?" he asked.

is it?" a

l go that way. The magic ship lies broken in a little mead

ere all that way?" Di

tone of his voice implying that the ach

airplane, himself crawling dazedly from the wreckage, only to sink unconscious in a place where eventually he would have died, had n

have very much to thank you for, an

gesture that the beast belonged to Dick. Immediately behind, came another youth with a mount for Kantisep

was glad that they had started out on the trek to Mackenzie River, yet the thought of approaching the sh

n a blue haze, made resplendent by the vari-colored autumn foliage. Kantisepa, who was riding close besid

there soon,"

he trying experience of approaching the battered plane and removing Stewart from the wreckage. In his weakene

s if by a common impulse, the cavalcade checked itself and a low

tary delay. However, when he looked up, he too became excited. A surge of happin

he had nearly been killed, stood two gray airplanes, gracef