Chapter 3
Grey was half-asleep when the sled’s sudden halt jerked him awake.
“Got a problem,” Hoolihan growled. “Something’s wrong with my lead dog. He’s taken to limping real bad.”
In the dim light, Grey could barely see the animal, a mottled brown, black, and white dog, but it did seem to be holding up one paw.
“What’re you going to do?”
“There’s a native village about five miles back and a mile off our trail. I’m going to leave you here and take him there, drop him with a friend of mine, and come back. I don’t want him to be hurt no worse, so he’s gotta ride and there ain’t room for him and you both. You got a tent and a sleeping bag, don’cha?”
“Yes, I have my gear with me, but this is going to make us late getting to the next checkpoint, isn’t it?”
“I’ll push as fast as I can. C
