He knew that she had friends, and that she was not of the kind who could be made or induced to play his game and Culver Rann's.

If he followed her after this---- Aldous gritted his teeth and stared up and down the black trail.

Five minutes passed and he heard nothing that sounded like a footstep, and he saw no moving shadow in the gloom.

Slowly he continued along the road until he came to where a narrow pack-trail swung north and east through the thick spruce and balsam in the direction of Loon Lake.

Remembering MacDonald's warning, he kept his pistol in his hand.