There were moments when her eyes were shining softly upon him, her lips smiling, her presence so real he might have spoken to her if Lomen had not been at his side.

He did not fight against these visionings.

It pleased him to think of her going with him into the heart of Alaska, riding the picturesque "pup-mobile," losing herself in the mountains and in his tundras, with all the wonder and glory of a new world breaking upon her a little at a time, like the unfolding of a great mystery.

For there was both wonder and glory in these countless miles running ahead and drifting behind, and the miracle of northward-sweeping life.

The days were long.