| PAGE |
| "Like his father before him, he was answering |
| the call of the gold" | Frontispiece |
|
| "Making sure that the boy slept, he began |
| silently to assemble his trail pack" | 42 |
|
| "McDougall's prize malamutes shot out on the |
| trail" | 52 |
|
| "When Connie opened his eyes, daylight had |
| vanished" | 67 |
|
| "What could one small boy do in the face of |
| the ultimatum of these men of the North?" | 81 |
|
| "My dad would have got out, and, you bet, |
| so will I!" | 103 |
|
| "Now, what d' yo' think of that! I'd sho' hate |
| fo' this heah rope to break!" | 116 |
|
| Connie Morgan "stared spellbound at the |
| terrible splendour of the changing lights" | 136 |
|
| "Waseche Bill attacked the hard-packed snow |
| with his axe" | 149 |
|
| "We'ah lost, kid. It's a cinch we cain't find |
| the divide" | 154 |
|
| "The boy's lips moved in prayer, the only one |
| he had ever learned" | 166 |
|
|
| "The two partners stared open-mouthed at the |
| apparition. The face was white!" | 183 |
|
| "With a palsied arm he motioned to O'Brien, |
| who stepped before him" | 195 |
|
| "The boy's fifteen-foot lash sang through the |
| thin air" | 216 |
|
| "As they passed between the pillared rocks |
| the Indians broke cover, hurling their |
| copper-tipped harpoons as they ran" | 232 |
|
| "You make me tired!" cried Connie. "Anybody'd |
| think you needed a city, with the |
| streets all numbered, to find your way |
| around" | 237 |
|
| "Without waiting for a reply, Connie slipped |
| softly over the edge" | 262 |
|
| "Recklessly O'Brien rushed out upon the |
| glittering span of snow while Connie and |
| Waseche watched breathlessly" | 272 |
|
| "My dad followed British Kronk eight hundred |
| miles through the snow before he caught |
| him—and then—you just wait." | 299 |
|
| "Mechanically he drew the knife from its sheath |
| and dragged himself to the body of the |
| moose." | 310 |
|
| "Between them walked a little, rat-faced man. |
| The man was Mr. Squigg." | 331 |
|
| "Squigg slunk into the star-lit night." | 337 |
