11/21 To all the world but you I am dead--to Rossland, Captain Rifle, everyone. In my letter I told you I had arranged with the young Thlinkit Indian. He smuggled the canoe over the side just before I leaped in, and picked me up. Then he paddled me ashore while the boats were making their search." In a moment she had placed a gulf between them again, on the other side of which she stood unattainable. |