They started hours ahead of me, and I can't understand how I passed them--yes I do, too! A boat was blown over to the west shore of Crater Lake this afternoon, and they must have been in it.

That is where I missed them and came on.
As for my turning back, I appreciate your motive for suggesting it, but my father is in Dawson, and I have not seen him for three years.

Also, I have come through from Dyea this day, and am tired, and I would like to get some rest.

So, if you still extend your hospitality, I'll go to bed." "Impossible!" He kicked the blankets to one side, sat down on the flour sacks, and directed a blank look upon her.
"Are--are there any women in the other tents ?" she asked, hesitatingly.
"I did not see any, but I may have overlooked." "A man and his wife were, but they pulled stakes this morning.

No; there are no other women except--except two or three in a tent, which--er--which will not do for you." "Do you think I am afraid of their hospitality ?" she demanded, hotly.
"As you said, they are women." "But I said it would not do," he answered, absently, staring at the straining canvas and listening to the roar of the storm.