The last that tried, with a gang of packers aboard, was blown over on the west shore.

We could see them plainly.

And as there's no trail around from there, they'll have to camp it out till the blow is over." "But they're better off than I am.

My camp outfit is at Happy Camp, and I can't very well stay here," Frona smiled winsomely, but there was no appeal in the smile; no feminine helplessness throwing itself on the strength and chivalry of the male.

"Do reconsider and take me across." "No." "I'll give you fifty." "No, I say." "But I'm not afraid, you know." The young fellow's eyes flashed angrily.