A vast distance away he heard a low intonation of thunder.
He struggled to keep hold of himself as he returned to his cabin.
Stampede Smith was waiting for him, his dunnage packed in an oilskin bag.

Alan explained the unexpected change in his plans.

Business in Cordova would make him miss a boat and would delay him at least a month in reaching the tundras.

It was necessary for Stampede to go on to the range alone.

He could make a quick trip by way of the Government railroad to Tanana.