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Francois plunked down and scratched his head. Perrault checked the time and swore. Time was flying, and they ought to have been on the path an hour gone. Francois scratched his head once more. He shook it and smiled timidly at the messenger, who shrugged his shoulders in sign that they were beaten. At that point Francois went up to where Sol-leks stood and called to Buck. Buck snickered, as canines giggle, yet stayed away. Francois detached Sol-leks’ follows and returned him to his old spot. The group stood outfit to the sled in a solid line, prepared for the path. There was a bad situation for Buck save at the front. Again Francois called, and again Buck giggled and kept away. “T’row down de club,” Perrault instructed. Francois agreed, whereupon Buck jogged in, snickering victoriously, and swung around into position at the top of the group. His follows were attached, the sled broken out, and with the two men running they ran out on to the waterway trail. Profoundly as the canine driver had forevalued Buck, with his two fallen angels, he found, while the day was at this point youthful, that he had underestimated. At a bound Buck took up the obligations of authority; and where judgment was required, and speedy reasoning and fast acting, he showed himself the unrivaled even of Spitz, of whom Francois had never seen an equivalent. However, it was in giving the law and making his mates satisfy it, that Buck dominated. Dave and Sol-leks wouldn’t fret the adjustment of initiative. It was not their concern. Their business was to work, and work powerfully, in the follows. Inasmuch as that were not meddled with, they didn’t mind what occurred. Billee, the amiable, could lead as far as they might be concerned, insofar as he maintained control. The remainder of the group, notwithstanding, had become boisterous during the most recent long stretches of Spitz, and their shock was incredible since Buck continued to lick them into shape.