He was in a humor to meet him.
Not until Juneau hung before him in all its picturesque beauty, literally terraced against the green sweep of Mount Juneau, did he go down to the lower deck.

The few passengers ready to leave the ship gathered near the gangway with their luggage.

Alan was about to pass them when he suddenly stopped.

A short distance from him, where he could see every person who disembarked, stood Rossland.

There was something grimly unpleasant in his attitude as he fumbled his watch-fob and eyed the stair from above.