“Bob’s a fine lad—­a fine lad—­an’ I’m not wonderin’,” said her father teasingly.

“Now, Tom,” interceded Mrs. Black, “don’t be tormentin’ Bessie.  O’ course ‘tis just Emily she’s wantin’ t’ see.  She’s not thinkin’ o’ th’ lads yet.”

“Oh, aye,” said he, looking slyly out of the corner of his eye at Bessie, who was blushing now to the very roots of her hair, “I’m not blamin’ she for likin’ Bob.  I likes he myself.”

“Well, Tom, be tellin’ th’ lass you’ll take she over.  She’s been kept wonderful close th’ winter, an’ the cruise’ll be doin’ she good,” urged Mrs. Black.

“I wants t’ go so much,” Bessie pleaded.

“Well, I’ll ask Mr. MacDonald can he spare me th’ day.  I’m thinkin’ ’twill be all right,” he finally assented.

And it was all right.  When the last hunter had disappeared the next morning, the komatik was got ready.  A box made for the purpose was lashed on the back end of it, and warm reindeer skins spread upon the bottom for Bessie to sit upon.  Then the nine big dogs were called by shouting “Ho!  Ho!  Ho!” to them, and were caught and harnessed, after which Tom cracked a long walrus-hide whip over their heads, and made them lie quiet until Bessie was tucked snugly in the box, and wrapped well in deerskin robes.

When at last all was ready the father stepped aside with his whip, and immediately the dogs were up jumping and straining in their harness and giving short impatient howls, over eager to be away.  Tom grasped the front end of the komatik runners, pulled them sharply to one side to break them loose from the snow to which they were frozen, and instantly the dogs were off at a gallop running like mad over the ice with the trailing komatik in imminent danger of turning over when it struck the ice hummocks that the tide had scattered for some distance out from the shore.

Presently they calmed down, however, to a jog trot, and Tom got off the komatik and ran by its side, guiding the team by calling out “ouk” when he wanted to turn to the right and “rudder” to turn to the left, repeating the words many times in rapid succession as though trying to see how fast he could say them.  The head dog, or leader, always turned quickly at the word of command, and the others followed.

It was a very cold day—­fifty degrees below zero Mr. MacDonald had said before they started—­and Bessie’s father looked frequently to see that her nose and cheeks were not freezing, for a traveller in the northern country when not exercising violently will often have these parts of the face frozen without knowing it or even feeling cold, and if the wind is blowing in the face is pretty sure to have them frosted anyway.

Most of the snow had drifted off the ice, and the dogs had a good hard surface to travel upon, and were able to keep up a steady trot.  They made such good time that in two hours they turned into Wolf Bight, and as they approached the Grays’ cabin broke into a gallop, for dogs always like to begin a journey and end it with a flourish of speed just to show how fast they can go, no matter how slowly they may jog along between places.