Do you see a moral ?" From half-amused interest Alan jerked himself to alert tension.

He caught a glimpse of the gaunt, old graybeard who had spoken, but did not know him.

And as this man turned away, a shadowy hulk in the moonlight, the same deep, quiet voice came back very clearly: "And if you ever care for Alaska, you might tell your government to hang a few such men as John Graham, sonny." At the sound of that name Alan felt the blood in him run suddenly hot.
Only one man on the face of the earth did he hate with undying hatred, and that man was John Graham.

He would have followed, seeking the identity of the stranger whose words had temporarily stunned the young engineers, when he saw a slim figure standing between him and the light of the smoking-room windows.

It was Mary Standish.