Then both turned and stared.

Close behind them, her quiet, beautiful face flooded with the moon-glow, stood Mary Standish.
"You ask me a question, madam," said Alan Holt, bowing courteously.

"No, I am not an American.

I am an Alaskan." The girl's lips were parted.

Her eyes were very bright and clear.
"Please pardon me for listening," she said.