"Stop!"
She almost shrieked the one word of warning, and with it a second shot
burned its way through the flesh of Blake's shoulder and he went down.
The revolver turned on Uppy, and instantly he was electrified into life.
Thirty seconds later, at the head of the team, he was leading the way out
into the chaotic gloom of the night. Hovering over Peter, riding with her
hand on the gee-bar of the sledge, Dolores looked back to see Blake
staggering to his feet. He shouted after them, and what he said was in
Uppy's tongue. And this time she could not stop him.
She had forgotten Wapi. But as the night swallowed them up, she still
looked back, and through the gloom she saw a shadow coming swiftly. In a
few moments Wapi was running at the tail of the sledge. Then she leaned
over Peter and encircled his shoulders with her furry arms.
"We're off!" she cried, a breaking note of gladness in her voice. "We're
off! And, Peter dear, wasn't it perfectly thrilling!"
A few minutes later she called upon Uppy to stop the team. Then she faced
him, close to Peter, with the revolver in her hand.
"Uppy," she demanded, speaking slowly and distinctly, "what was it Blake
said to you?"
For a moment Uppy made as if to feign stupidity. The revolver covered a
spot half-way between his narrow-slit eyes.
"I shall shoot--"
Uppy gave a choking gasp. "He said--no take trail For' Con'dence--go
wrong--he come soon get you.
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