She would confide in him.
Now that she had so utterly placed herself under his protection, she would tell him what she had not dared to disclose aboard the _Nome_.

So he thought only of the silvery distance of twilight that separated them, and spoke at last to Stampede.
"I'm rather glad you brought her," he said.
"I didn't bring her," protested Stampede.

"She _came_." He shrugged his shoulders with a grunt.

"And furthermore I didn't manage it.

She did that herself.