I did not purpose to allow so risky a journey as this to be undertaken by any woman in so small a party, and made no doubt that I would overtake them at least at Fort Hall, perhaps five hundred miles east of the Missions, or at farthest at Fort Bridger, some seven hundred miles from the starting point in Oregon.
The young wife of one of the missionaries was glad enough to take passage thus for the East; and there was the silent Threlka.

Those two could offer company, even did not the little Indian maid, adopted by the baroness, serve to interest her.

Their equipment and supplies were as good as any purchasable.

What could be done, we now had done.
Yet after all Helena von Ritz had her own way.

I did not see her again after we parted that evening at the Mission.