Eastward the Alaskan coast was a deep blue haze, but the white peaks of the St.Elias Range flung themselves high up against the sun-filled sky behind it, like snowy banners.

The _Nome_ was pounding ahead at full speed, and Alan's blood responded suddenly to the impelling thrill of her engines, beating like twin hearts with the mighty force that was speeding them on.

This was business.

It meant miles foaming away behind them and a swift biting off of space between him and Unalaska, midway of the Aleutians.

He was sorry they were losing time by making the swing up the coast to Cordova.