A second expedition, this time to Brazil, and then he came back--to meet the girl of the hyacinth letter.

And after that, after he had broken from the bondage which held Moody, and Fordney, and Whittemore, he went back to his many adventures.
It was the North that held him.

In the unending desolations of snow and forest and plain, between Hudson's Bay and the wild country of the Athabasca, he found the few people and the mystery and romance which carried him back, and linked him to the dust-covered generations he had lost.

One day a slender, athletically built young man enlisted at Regina for service in the Northwest Mounted Police.

Within six months he had made several records for himself, and succeeded in having himself detailed to service in the extreme North, where man-hunting became the thrilling game of One against One in an empty and voiceless world.