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Dog by dog, separated by half a dozen feet, the two teams were running abreast.Big Olaf, with whip and voice, held his own for a minute.Then, slowly, an inch at a time, Joy's leader began to forge past.

"Get ready!" she cried to Smoke."I'm going to leave you in a minute.Get the whip."And as he shifted his hand to clutch the whip, they heard Big Olaf roar a warning, but too late.His lead-dog, incensed at being passed, swerved in to the attack.His fangs struck Joy's leader on the flank.The rival teams flew at one another's throats.The sleds overran the fighting brutesand capsized.Smoke struggled to his feet and tried to lift Joy up.But she thrust him from her, crying:"Go!"On foot, already fifty feet in advance, was Big Olaf, still intent on finishing the race.Smoke obeyed, and when the two men reached the foot of the Dawson bank, he was at the others heels.But up the bank Big Olaf lifted his body hugely, regaining a dozen feet.

Five blocks down the main street was the Gold Recorder's office.The street was packed as for the witnessing of a parade.Not so easily this time did Smoke gain to his giant rival, and when he did he was unable to pass.Side by side they ran along the narrow aisle between the solid walls of fur-clad, cheering men.Now one, now the other, with great convulsive jerks, gained an inch or so only to lose it immediately after.

If the pace had been a killing one for their dogs, the one they now set themselves was no less so.But they were racing for a million dollars and great honour in Yukon Country.The only outside impression that came to Smoke on that last mad stretch was one of astonishment that there should be so many people in the Klondike.He had never seen them all at once before.

He felt himself involuntarily lag, and Big Olaf sprang a full stride in the lead.To Smoke it seemed that his heart would burst, while he had lost all consciousness of his legs.He knew they were flying under him, but he did not know how he continued to make them fly, nor how he put even greater pressure of will upon them and compelled them again to carry him to his giant competitor's side.

The open door of the Recorder's office appeared ahead of them.Both men made a final, futile spurt.Neither could draw away from the other, and side by side they hit the doorway, collided violently, and fell headlong on the office floor.

They sat up, but were too exhausted to rise.Big Olaf, the sweat pouring from him, breathing with tremendous, painful gasps, pawed the air and vainly tried to speak.Then he reached out his hand with unmistakable meaning; Smoke extended his, and they shook.

"It's a dead heat," Smoke could hear the Recorder saying, but it was as if in a dream, and the voice was very thin and very far away."And all Ican say is that you both win.You'll have to divide the claim between you.You're partners."Their two arms pumped up and down as they ratified the decision.Big Olaf nodded his head with great emphasis, and spluttered.At last he got it out.

"You damn chechaquo," was what he said, but in the saying of it was admiration."I don't know how you done it, but you did."Outside the great crowd was noisily massed, while the office was packing and jamming.Smoke and Big Olaf essayed to rise, and each helped the other to his feet.Smoke found his legs weak under him, and staggered drunkenly.Big Olaf tottered toward him.

"I'm sorry my dogs jumped yours."

"It couldn't be helped," Smoke panted back."I heard you yell." "Say," Big Olaf went on with shining eyes."That girl--one damn finegirl, eh?"

"One damn fine girl," Smoke agreed.