Recalling his humiliation of a few hours before at Juneau, when the other had very clearly proved him a meddler, words refused to form quickly on Alan's lips.

Before he was ready with an answer Mary Standish had confidently taken his arm.

He could see the red flush deepening in her upturned face.

She was amazingly unexpected, bewilderingly pretty, and as cool as ice except for the softly glowing fire in her cheeks.

He saw Rossland staring with his cigarette half poised.