Possibly Stampede might have use for it, and for the guns, if Graham should come after he and Mary were well on their way to Nome.
After supper, when the sun was throwing long shadows from the edge of the horizon, Alan came from a final survey of his cabin and the food which Wegaruk had prepared for his pack, and found Mary at the edge of the ravine, watching the twilight gathering where the coulee ran narrower and deeper between the distant breasts of the tundra.
"I am going to leave you for a little while," he said.

"But Sokwenna has returned, and you will not be alone." "Where are you going ?" "As far as the cottonwoods, I think." "Then I am going with you." "I expect to walk very fast." "Not faster than I, Alan." "But I want to make sure the country is clear in that direction before twilight shuts out the distances." "I will help you." Her hand crept into his.

"I am going with you, Alan," she repeated.
"Yes, I--think you are," he laughed joyously, and suddenly he bent his head and pressed her hand to his lips, and in that way, with her hand in his, they set out over the trail which they had not traveled together since the day he had come from Nome.
There was a warm glow in her face, and something beautifully soft and sweet in her eyes which she did not try to keep away from him.

It made him forget the cottonwoods and the plains beyond, and his caution, and Sokwenna's advice to guard carefully against the hiding-places of Ghost Kloof and the country beyond.
"I have been thinking a great deal today," she was saying, "because you have left me so much alone.

I have been thinking of _you_.