The man, it seemed, had left Skagway between two suns, upon the disruption of Soapy Smith's band of desperadoes, and had made for the interior, but had been intercepted at the Pass by two members of the Citizens' Committee who came upon him suddenly.

Pretending to yield, he had executed some unexpected coup as he delivered his gun, for both men fell, shot through the body.

No one knew just what it was he did, nor cared to question him overmuch.

The next heard of him was at Lake Bennett, over the line, where the Mounted Police recognized him and sent him on.

They marked him well, however, and passed him on from post to post as they had driven others whose records were known; but he had lost himself in the confusion at Dawson for a few weeks, until the scarlet-coated riders searched him out, disarmed him, and forced him sullenly aboard this steamer.