The Gold Hunters - A Story of Life and Adventure in the Hudson Bay Wilds by James Oliver Curwood
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of Wabi's rifle grew hot, and his cartridge belt was empty.
Slowly the gloom cleared away before his eyes. He heard a shout, and staggered to his feet, stretching out his arms and calling a name as the dog mail stopped half a hundred yards from his own team. With something between a yell of joy and a cry of astonishment a youth of about Wabi's age sprang from the second sleigh and ran to the Indian boy, catching him in his arms as for a second time, he sank fainting upon the snow. "Wabi--what's the matter?" he cried. "Are you hurt? Are you--" For a moment Wabigoon struggled to overcome his weakness. "Rod--" he whispered, "Rod--Minnetaki--" His lips ceased to move and he sank heavily in his companion's arms. "What is it, Wabi? Quick! Speak!" urged the other. His face had grown strangely white, his voice trembled. "What about--Minnetaki?" Again the Indian youth fought to bring himself back to life. His words came faintly, "Minnetaki--has been captured--by--the--Woongas!" Then even his breath seemed to stop, and he lay like one dead. |
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