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Why, then, had she gone away? Knowing that he was going to live, why had she not remained to help him if she could? Either she had spoken the words in jest, or-A new thought flashed into his ht hione away? Was it not possible that she, too, was playing a ga down-river on the hidden scow? Was it conceivable that she was playing that gaainst Kedsty? A picture, clean-cut as the stars in the sky, began to outline itself in his s about Kedsty had signified Kedsty had accoiven the fact away in his fever Afterward he had cla man" of the Law But why, still later, had he almost been done to death? Mooie was a harmless creature He had no ene ould have assaulted the old trailer, whose hair hite with age No one, unless it was Kedsty hie Even that was inconceivable Whatever the ht be, and no matter who had committed it, Mooie had most certainly seen the Inspector of Police accompany Marette Radisson to the scow And the question which Kent found it ione down the river on that scow?

It was al of disappointment that he told himself it was possible she had not He wanted her on the river He wanted her going north and still farther north The thought that she was mixed up in so to hi, it could no longer be on account of Sandy McTrigger, the man his confession had saved In his heart he prayed that she was many days down the Athabasca, for it was there--and only there--that he would ever see her again And his greatest desire, next to his desire for his freedo that confession He was ht would pass that he would not think or drearown more vivid for him with each hour that passed, and he was sorry now that he had not dared to touch her hair She would not have been offended with him, for she had kissed him--after he had killed the ilory that had crowned her head