He crawled in starving one day, and though we hadn't much over we fed him.

For another thing we felt it in us that we were on the right trail." "That," said the girl, "does not sound possible." Alton nodded.

"No," he said.

"Still, one gets taught up there in the bush that there's more in a man than what some folks think of as his reason.

Well, we made a tough fight, and were beaten." Miss Deringham glanced at him covertly, and noticing his quiet, bronzed face, steady eyes, and big brown hands, felt that the struggle had been very grim and stubborn.