Strange that it had been _her_ thought, too--that she would always love tents and old trails and nature's barriers, and hated to see cities and railroads and automobiles come to Alaska.

He shrugged his shoulders.

Probably she had guessed what was in his own mind, for she was clever, very clever.
A tap at his door drew his eyes from the open watch in his hand.

It was a quarter after twelve o'clock, an unusual hour for someone to be tapping at his door.
It was repeated--a bit hesitatingly, he thought.

Then it came again, quick and decisive.