"No, no! I don't want you to do that. They mustn't see me to-
night. I know I'm acting strangely and all that, but it's happened
so quickly I haven't found myself yet. I'll tell you to-morrow,
though, really. Don't let any one see me or it will spoil
everything. Wait till to-morrow, please."

She was very white, and spoke with eager intensity.

"Help you? Why, sure Mike!" assured the impulsive Dextry, "an',
see here, Miss--you take your time on explanations. We don't care
a cuss what you done. Morals ain't our long suit, 'cause 'there's
never a law of God or man runs north of Fifty-three,' as the
poetry man remarked, an' he couldn't have spoke truer if he'd
knowed what he was sayin'. Everybody is privileged to 'look out'
his own game up here. A square deal an' no questions asked."

She looked somewhat doubtful at this till she caught the heat of
Glenister's gaze. Some boldness of his look brought home to her
the actual situation, and a stain rose in her cheek. She noted him
more carefully; noted his heavy shoulders and ease of bearing, an
ease and looseness begotten of perfect muscular control. Strength
was equally suggested in his face, she thought, for he carried a
marked young countenance, with thrusting chin, aggressive
thatching brows, and mobile mouth that whispered all the changes
from strength to abandon. Prominent was a look of reckless energy.
She considered him handsome in a heavy, virile, perhaps too purely
physical fashion.

"You want to stowaway?" he asked.