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A few minutes later she called upon Uppy to stop the team. Then she faced
him, close to Peter, with the revolver in her hand.

"Uppy," she demanded, speaking slowly and distinctly, "what was it Blake
said to you?"

For a moment Uppy made as if to feign stupidity. The revolver covered a
spot half-way between his narrow-slit eyes.

"I shall shoot--"

Uppy gave a choking gasp. "He said--no take trail For' Con'dence--go
wrong--he come soon get you."

"Yes, he said just that." She picked her words even more slowly. "Uppy,
listen to me. If you let them come up with us--unless you get us to Fort
Confidence--I will kill you. Do you understand?"

She poked her revolver a foot nearer, and Uppy nodded emphatically. She
smiled. It was almost funny to see Uppy's understanding liven up at the
point of the gun, and she felt a thrill that tingled to her finger-tips.
The little devils of adventure were wide-awake in her, and, smiling at
Uppy, she told him to hold up the end of his driving whip. He obeyed. The
revolver flashed, and a muffled yell came from him as he felt the shock
of the bullet as it struck fairly against the butt of his whip. In the
same instant there came a snarling deep-throated growl from Wapi. From
the sledge Peter gave a cry of warning. Uppy shrank back, and Dolores
cried out sharply and put herself swiftly between Wapi and the Eskimo.
The huge dog, ready to spring, slunk back to the end of the sledge at the
command of her voice. She patted his big head before she got on the
sledge behind Peter.

There was no indecision in the manner of Uppy'S going now. He struck out
swift and straight for the pale constellation of stars that hung over
Fort Confidence. It was splendid traveling. The surface of the arctic
plain was frozen solid. What little wind there was came from behind them,
and the dogs were big and fresh. Uppy ran briskly, snapping the lash of
his whip and la-looing to the dogs in the manner of the Eskimo driver.
Dolores did not wait for Peter's demand for a further explanation of
their running away and her remarkable words to Blake. She told him. She

 
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