judges already waited expectantly. “_Shut up!_” his voice bellowed like
thunder, causing a momentary silence, during which the voice of Lou
Gordon out on the ice could be heard:
“Hi, Skookum!” Again the shrill, peculiar whistle, followed by words of
encouragement.
“Skookum! Skookum! Mush-u, Skookum! Hi, mush! Mush!”
Suddenly the girl turned and ran for the finish line. Hardly more than
a hundred yards away Dalzene’s dogs were running straight for the line.
His voice could be heard howling at the dogs, and his arm rose and fell
like a flail as he whipped.
A wild yell broke from the crowd which watched with bulging eyes.
Gordon’s dogs seemed suddenly to have sprung into being side by side
with Dalzene’s. Fifty yards, now! Again that shrill whistle. Gordon’s
arm rose and fell. There was a sudden swerve of the great leader as he
seemed to spring at Dalzene’s lead dog. Shrill and loud the whistle