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Curwood, James Oliver, 1879-1927

"The Golden Snare"

Then again it came
from directly behind them.
Celie uttered a little gasp as she clung to his hand again. She
understood as well as he. One of the Eskimos had discovered the
dead and their foes were gathering in behind them.


CHAPTER XIX


Before the last of the cries had died away Philip flung far to one
side of the trail the javelin he carried, and followed it up with
Celie's, impressing on her that every ounce of additional weight
meant a handicap for them now. After the javelins went his club.
"It's going to be the biggest race I've ever run," he smiled at
her. "And we've got to win. If we don't--"
Celie's eyes were aglow as she looked at him, He was splendidly
calm. There was no longer a trace of excitement in his face, and
he was smiling at her even as he picked her up suddenly in his
arms. The movement was so unexpected that she gave a little gasp.
Then she found herself borne swiftly over the trail. For a
distance of a hundred yards Philip ran with her before he placed
her on her feet again.


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