I like you too much." In truth he had done things during these last few weeks to make her think so, having never missed an opportunity to stop and pass a word with her, at the same time showing her a queer courtesy and consideration quite foreign to his saturnine habits.

She had never mentioned the fact to her father or the others, for she had developed a sort of sympathy for the man, and felt that she understood him better than they did.
He led her inside his cabin, and closed the door in the face of the night wind before he struck a light.
"I can't stand to see you cry," he repeated, as he adjusted the wick.
"Now, as soon as--" He stopped in astonishment, for he had turned to behold, instead of the little half-breed girl, this slender, sorrowful stranger in her amazingly wonderful raiment.
"By--" He checked himself insensibly, and stood motionless for a long time, while she wiped her eyes and, woman-like, straightened out her gown and smoothed her hair with little feminine touches.
"I--I--hope you'll excuse me for acting this way," she smiled at him, piteously; then, observing his strange features, "Why, what is the matter, Mr.Stark; are you angry ?" His hawklike face was strained and colorless, his black eyes fierce and eager, his body bent as if to pounce upon a victim.

In truth he was now the predatory animal.
"No," he replied, as if her question carried no meaning; then, coming to himself, "No--no! of course not, but--you gave me a start.

You reminded me of some one.

How do you come to be dressed like that?
I never knew you had such clothes ?" "Poleon brought them from Dawson; they are the first I ever had." He shook his head in a slow, puzzled fashion.
"You look just like a white girl--I mean--I don't know what I mean." This time he roused himself fully, the effort being more like a shudder.
"So I have always thought," she said, and her eyes filled again.
"Your skin is like milk beneath your tan, and--I don't mean any disrespect, but--Well, I'm just so damned surprised! Come over here and sit down while I mix you something to put the heart back into you." He shoved forward a big chair with a wolf-skin flung over it, into which she sank dejectedly, while he stepped to the shelves beside the Yukon stove and took down a bottle and some glasses.