It said that she was in a critical condition.

This time Armour did not ask for brandy, but the trader put it out beside him.

He shook his head.

"Gordon," he said presently, "I shall leave here in the morning.

Please send my men to me." The trader whispered to him: "She was all right, of course, long ago, Mr.Armour, or you would have heard." Armour looked at the date of the paper.