Alaska, most of them winners in the great Alaskan sweepstake races, so he knew good dogs when he saw them.
Even though he had condemned Pierre as too light, still he kept on looking at him. In some strange way the Airedale fascinated the man. His eyes were so bright, his ears so erect, his expression so intelligent. The Scotchman was even obliged to admit to himself that he had never seen so much dog in so small compass.
"But I hate to let him go," he said at length, during which time he had been studying Pierre with his all-seeing gray eyes.
"We do need brains in several of our teams. I would like just such a dog if he was twenty pounds heavier."
"Why not let him lead and pull as much as he can?" inquired the lieutenant.
