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Glen of the High North by H. A. (Hiram Alfred) Cody
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rate, and they must have departed together. During the remainder of
his stay in town he had wandered about the streets, with the faint hope
that he might again see the girl, or learn something as to her
whereabouts.

Frontier Samson had also disappeared, and no one seemed to know
anything about him. Reynolds did not mind asking about the old
prospector, as it was different from enquiring about Glen. In fact,
the girl had become so real to him and such a vital part of his very
existence that should he speak of her to others he might betray his
deep concern.

During the voyage down river he thought much about her and tried to
imagine who she really was and what had become of her. The idea even
suggested itself that she might be that stolid Indian's wife. Strange
things often happened in the north, so he had read, and this might be
one of them. He banished the thought, however, as too ridiculous, and
beyond the bounds of probability.

The voyage was an uneventful one to Reynolds, who kept much to himself
and did not join his companions at cards, which were played day and
night. At times there was considerable roughness, though no shooting.
Curly was there, and enjoying himself to his heart's content. He
played most of the time, losing and winning in turn. Reynolds often
sat and watched him as he played, wondering where the fellow had first
met Glen and what he knew about her. He had never spoken to the
rascal, and had no inclination to do so. But several times glancing up
from his cards Curly noticed Reynolds' eyes fixed intently upon him.
Although he had found out that the quiet, reserved man was not a
"parson," yet he knew that he had been with Frontier Samson, and he was
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