" - Madge agreed, and added, "And I promise you faithfully
that we won't do anything to influence him."
"Well, then, I might as well be gettin' along," Skiff Miller said
in the ordinary tones of one departing.
At this change in his voice, Wolf lifted his head quickly, and
still more quickly got to his feet when the man and woman shook
hands. He sprang up on his hind legs, resting his fore paws on her
hip and at the same time licking Skiff Miller's hand. When the
latter shook hands with Walt, Wolf repeated his act, resting his
weight on Walt and licking both men's hands.
"It ain't no picnic, I can tell you that," were the Klondiker's
last words, as he turned and went slowly up the trail.
For the distance of twenty feet Wolf watched him go, himself all
eagerness and expectancy, as though waiting for the man to turn and
retrace his steps. Then, with a quick low whine, Wolf sprang after
him, overtook him, caught his hand between his teeth with reluctant
tenderness, and strove gently to make him pause.
Failing in this, Wolf raced back to where Walt Irvine sat, catching
his coat-sleeve in his teeth and trying vainly to drag him after
the retreating man.
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