"Be good to him," she cried. "Be good to him."

Then she slipped half down the face of the bank, called back "Good-by,"
and dropped into the boat amidships. Pierre followed her and cast off.
He shoved the steering oar into place and gave the signal. Le Goire
lifted an old French _chanson_; the men, like a row of ghosts in the dim
starlight, bent their backs to the tow line; the steering oar cut the
black current sharply, and the boat swept out into the night.




WHICH MAKE MEN REMEMBER


Fortune La Pearle crushed his way through the snow, sobbing, straining,
cursing his luck, Alaska, Nome, the cards, and the man who had felt his
knife. The hot blood was freezing on his hands, and the scene yet bright
in his eyes,--the man, clutching the table and sinking slowly to the
floor; the rolling counters and the scattered deck; the swift shiver
throughout the room, and the pause; the game-keepers no longer calling,
and the clatter of the chips dying away; the startled faces; the infinite
instant of silence; and then the great blood-roar and the tide of
vengeance which lapped his heels and turned the town mad behind him.

"All hell's broke loose," he sneered, turning aside in the darkness and
heading for the beach. Lights were flashing from open doors, and tent,
cabin, and dance-hall let slip their denizens upon the chase. The clamor
of men and howling of dogs smote his ears and quickened his feet. He ran
on and on. The sounds grew dim, and the pursuit dissipated itself in