Cariboo Blanche, sir.

Cariboo Blanche." "Pleased to meet you." Cariboo Blanche put out a frank hand and looked him over keenly.

She was a fair-featured, blondish woman, originally not unpleasing of appearance, but now with lines all deepened and hardened as on the faces of men who have endured much weather-beat.
Congratulating himself upon his social proficiency, Jake Cornell cleared his throat and marshalled the second woman to the front.

"Mr.
Corliss, the Virgin; I make you both acquainted.

Hem!" in response to the query in Vance's eyes--"Yes, the Virgin.