And there was a chance that he would find her.

All through his life had run that element of chance; usually it was against odds he had won, and there rode with him in the gray dawn a conviction he was going to win now--that he would find Mary Standish somewhere in the sea or along the coast between Eyak River and the first of the islands against which the shoreward current drifted.

And when he found her-- He had not gone beyond that.

But it pressed upon him now, and in moments it overcame him, and he saw her in a way which he was fighting to keep out of his mind.

Death had given a vivid clearness to his mental pictures of her.