a cost of misery, crime, and even death. And Selden is only one
out of thousands who live to-day, watching for their
opportunities, giving no heed to those who may fall under the
juggernaut of their capital. This isn't the age of petty
discrimination, Greggy. It's the age of the almighty dollar, and
of the fight for it. And there's no chivalry, no quarter shown in
this fight. Men of Selden's stamp don't stop at women and
children. The scrubwoman's dollar is just as big as yours or mine,
and if a scheme could be promoted whereby every scrubwoman in
America could be safely robbed of a dollar you'd find thousands of
men down there in our cities ready to go into it to-morrow. And to
such men as these what is the sacrifice of a few women up here?"

Gregson dropped the letter, crumpled and twisted, upon the table.

"I wonder--if I understand," he said, looking into Philip's white
face. "There has undoubtedly been previous correspondence, and
this letter contains the final word. It shows that your enemies
have already succeeded in working up the forest people against
you, and have filled them with suspicion. Their last blow is to
be--"

He stopped, and Philip nodded at the horrified question in his
eyes.

"Greggy, up here there is one law which reigns above all other
law. When I was in Prince Albert a year ago I was sitting on the
veranda of the little old Windsor Hotel. About me were a dozen
wild men of the north, who had come down for a day or two to the
edge of civilization. Most of those men had not been out of the