Whh detailm you predict that walt is finlly safe rom “the king of mazy may”ic by jack london lifting clear on the crest of a great jam off indian river, walt masters met with his first accident. a bullet sang past his ears, and struck the bad lead dog. the poor brute plunged in a heap, with the rest of the team on top of him. like a flash walt was by the leader. cutting the traces with his hunting knife, he dragged the dying animal to one side and straightened out the team. he glanced back. the other sled was coming up like an express train. with half the dogs still over their traces, he cried “mush on! ” and leaped upon the sled just as the pursuers dashed abreast of him. the irishman was preparing to spring for him—they were so sure they had him that they did not shoot—when walt turned fiercely upon them with his whip. he struck at their faces, and men must save their faces with their hands. so there was no shooting just then. before they could recover from the hot rain of blows, walt reached out from his sled, catching their wheel dog by the forelegs in midspring, and throwing him heavily. this snarled the team, capsizing the sled and tangling his enemies up beautifully. away walt flew, the runners of his sled fairly screaming as they bounded over the frozen surface. and what had seemed an accident proved to be a blessing in disguise. the proper lead dog was now to the fore, and he stretched low and whined with joy as he his comrades along. by the time he reached ainslie’s creek, seventeen miles from dawson, walt had left his pursuers, a tiny speck, far behind. at monte cristo island he could no longer see them. and at swede creek, just as daylight was silvering the pines, he ran plump into the camp of old loren hall. almost as quick as it takes to tell it, loren had his sleeping furs rolled up, and had joined walt on the sled. they permitted the dogs to travel more slowly, as there was no sign of the chase in the rear, and just as they pulled up at the gold commissioner’s office in dawson, walt, who had