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	Will we ever forget it.
	Gad, your letter came just in time.
	He turned sharply, and faced Gregson across the table.
	I'm playing a single hand in what looks like a losing game.
	If I ever needed a fighter in my life I need one now.
	There's Fort Churchill, a rifle-shot beyond the ridge, asleep.
	There was a change now.
	Clubs and balls and cities grew to be only memories.
	It fairly clubbed me into recognizing it.
	Hardly were our plans made public before we were met by powerful opposition.
	A combination of Canadian capital quickly organized and petitioned for the same privileges.
	I was about to do this when cooler judgment prevailed.
	It occurred to me that there would have to be an accounting.
	To my surprise he began to show actual enthusiasm in my favor.
	Robbery, bribery, fraud,
	They were three hundred yards apart.
	He unfolded a long typewritten letter, and handed it to Gregson.
	We'll have to watch our chances.
	The ship should be in within a week or ten days.
	I suppose you wonder why she is coming up here.
	How could he explain his possession of the sketch.
	It seemed nearer to him since he had seen and talked with Gregson.
	Her own betrayal of herself was like tonic to Philip.
	He moved away as quietly as he had come.
	The girl faced him, her eyes shining with sudden fear.
	Close beside him gleamed the white fangs of the wolf-dog.
	He looked at the handkerchief more, closely.
	The lace was of a delicate ivory color, faintly tinted with yellow.
	Philip stood undecided, his ears strained to catch the slightest sound.
	Pearce's little eyes were fixed on him shrewdly.
	I came for information more out of curiosity than anything else.
	His immaculate appearance was gone.
	Anyway, no one saw her like that.
	Philip snatched at the letter which Gregson held out to him.
	The men stared into each other's face.
	Yes, it was a man who asked, a stranger.
	The fourth and fifth days passed without any developments.
	They closed now until his fingers were like cords of steel.
	He saw Jeanne falter for a moment.
	In a flash Philip followed its direction.
	He would first hunt up Gregson and begin his work there.
	What was the object of your little sensation.
	But who was Eileen's double.
	The promoter's eyes were heavy, with little puffy bags under them.
	And now, down there, Eileen was waiting for him.
	Then, and at supper, he tried to fathom her.
	It was a large canoe.
	What if she did not come to the rock.
	A shadow was creeping over Pierre's eyes.
	A trickle of fresh blood ran over his face.
	Death had come with terrible suddenness.
	Philip bent lower, and stared into the face of the dead man.
	The singing voice approached rapidly.
	He went down in midstream, searching the shadows of both shores.
	For a full minute he crouched and listened.
	He had barely entered this when he saw the glow of a fire.
	A big canvas tent was the first thing to come within his vision.
	Then you can arrange yourself comfortably among these robes in the bow.
	Shall I carry you.
	A maddening joy pounded in his brain.
	You must sleep, he urged.
	You, you would not keep the truth from me.
	But there came no promise from the bow of the canoe.
	She was sleeping under his protection as sweetly as a child.
	Only, it is so wonderful, so almost impossible to believe.
	If you only could know how I thank you.
	Much, replied Jeanne, as tersely.
	Instead, he joined her; and they ate like two hungry children.
	I suppose you picked that lingo up among the Indians.
	Was it the rendezvous of those who were striving to work his ruin.
	Pierre obeys me when we are together.
	My right foot feels like that of a Chinese debutante.
	They ate dinner at the fifth, and rested for two hours.
	Two years ago I gave up civilization for this.
	He was determined now to maintain a more certain hold upon himself.
	This one hope was destroyed as quickly as it was born.
	She was his now, forever.
	A cry of joy burst from Philip's lips.
	Philip began to feel that he had foolishly overestimated his strength.
	About him, everywhere, were the evidences of luxury and of age.
	In the picture he saw each moment a greater resemblance to Jeanne.
	He told himself that as he washed himself and groomed his disheveled clothes.
	Accept a father's blessing, and with it, this.
	It seems like a strange pointing of the hand of God.
	Ah, I had forgotten, he exclaimed.
	But there was something even more startling than this resemblance.
	I have to be careful of them, as they tear very easily.
	Now these things had been struck dead within him.
	For an instant he saw Pierre drawn like a silhouette against the sky.
	Goodbye, Pierre, he shouted.
	And MacDougall was beyond the trail, with three weeks to spare.
	Philip thrust himself against it and entered.
	He was smooth-shaven, and his hair and eyes were black.
	Won't you draw up, gentlemen.
	A strange fire burned in his eyes when Thorpe turned.
	They look as though he had been drumming a piano all his life.
	You want to go over and see his gang throw dirt.
	Take away their foreman and they wouldn't be worth their grub.
	Philip made no effort to follow.
	They are to attack your camp tomorrow night.