I thought of ghosts as we talked there in the dusk." "Old Donald belongs to the days when the Chilkoot and the White Horse ate up men's lives, and a trail of living dead led from the Summit to Klondike, Miss Standish," said Captain Rifle.

"You will meet many like him in Alaska.

And they remember.

You can see it in their faces--always the memory of those days that are gone." She bowed her head a little, looking to the sea.

"And Alan Holt?
You know him well ?" "Few men know him well.