But they were late, so Perrault made them run faster. In three days they went a hundred
and eighty kilometres and reached the Five Fingers. The other dogs had hard feet from years of pulling sledges,
but Buck's feet were still soft from his easy life down south. All day he ran painfully, and when they camped for the night, he lay down like a dead dog. He was hungry, but he was too tired to walk to the fish, so Francois brought it to him.