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The Silken Scarf.
A loneliness deeper than he had ever known--a yearning that was almost pain, oppressed Philip as he left Lac Bain behind him.

Half a mile from the post he stopped under a shelter of dense spruce, and stood listening as there came to him faintly the distant howling of a dog.

After all, had he done right?
He laughed harshly and his hands clenched as he thought of Bucky Nome.

He had done right by him.