Then, as they swung rocking round the face of a crag and a cluster of wooden buildings rose to view, Deringham came out upon the platform.

He was a tall, slightly-built man, with a pallid face and keen but slightly shifty eyes, and bore the unmistakable stamp of the Englishman.
"That must be our alighting-place, and I am not sure how we are to get on," he said.

"It is, I understand, a long way to Somasco, and when we get there I really do not know whether we shall find any accommodation suitable for you.

It might have been better if you had gone on to our friends, the Fords, at Vancouver." Alice Deringham laughed a little.

"I don't think you need worry.