After that--He shrugged his shoulders as he thought of the fourteen months' of service still ahead of him.

Until now his adventure as a member of the Royal Mounted had not grown monotonous for an hour.

Excitement, action, fighting against odds, had been the spice of life to him, and he struggled to throw off the change that had taken hold of him the moment he had opened the hyacinth-scented letter of Mrs.Becker.

"You're a fool," he argued.
"You're as big a fool as Bucky Nome.

My God--you--Phil Steele--letting a married woman upset you like this!" It was near midnight when he came to Pierrot's cabin, but a light was still burning in the half-breed's log home.