"You're always the lucky dog, Buck Nome.

You think she's half in love with you now.

Too bad she was taken ill just at the psychological moment, as you might say, Buck.

Wonder what was the matter ?" "Don't know," growled Nome, conscious of something in the other's voice which darkness concealed in his face.
"Of course, you don't," replied Steele.
"That's why I am bringing you over to the cabin.

I am going to tell you just what happened when Mrs.Becker was taken ill, and when she turned a trifle pale, if you noticed sharply.Buck.