The Alaskan eBook

James Oliver Curwood
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 301 pages of information about The Alaskan.

The Alaskan eBook

James Oliver Curwood
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 301 pages of information about The Alaskan.

Her hand pressed his arm.  “We are going—­back? Is that it, Alan?”

“Yes, to Seattle.  It is the one thing to do.  You are not afraid?”

“With you there—­no.”

“And you will return with me—­when it is over?”

He was looking steadily ahead over the tundra.  But he felt her cheek touch his shoulder, lightly as a feather.

“Yes, I will come back with you.”

“And you will be ready?”

“I am ready now.”

The sun-fire of the plains danced in his eyes; a cob-web of golden mist rising out of the earth, beckoning wraiths and undulating visions—­the breath of life, of warmth, of growing things—­all between him and the hidden cottonwoods; a joyous sea into which he wanted to plunge without another minute of waiting, as he felt the gentle touch of her cheek against his shoulder, and the weight of her hand on his arm.  That she had come to him utterly was in the low surrender of her voice.  She had ceased to fight—­she had given to him the precious right to fight for her.

It was this sense of her need and of her glorious faith in him, and of the obligation pressing with it that drove slowly back into him the grimmer realities of the day.  Its horror surged upon him again, and the significance of what Rossland had said seemed fresher, clearer, even more terrible now that he was gone.  Unconsciously the old lines of hatred crept into his face again as he looked steadily in the direction which the other man had taken, and he wondered how much of that same horror—­of the unbelievable menace stealing upon her—­Rossland had divulged to the girl who stood so quietly now at his side.  Had he done right to let him go?  Should he not have killed him, as he would have exterminated a serpent?  For Rossland had exulted; he was of Graham’s flesh and desires, a part of his foul soul, a defiler of womanhood and the one who had bargained to make possible the opportunity for an indescribable crime.  It was not too late.  He could still overtake him, out there in the hollows of the tundra—­

The pressure on his arm tightened.  He looked down.  Mary Standish had seen what was in his face, and there was something in her calmness that brought him to himself.  He knew, in that moment, that Rossland had told her a great deal.  Yet she was not afraid, unless it was fear of what had been in his mind.

“I am ready,” she reminded him.

“We must wait for Stampede,” he said, reason returning to him.  “He should be here sometime tonight, or in the morning.  Now that Rossland is off my nerves, I can see how necessary it is to have someone like Stampede between us and—­”

He did not finish, but what he had intended to say was quite clear to her.  She stood in the doorway, and he felt an almost uncontrollable desire to take her in his arms again.

“He is between here and Tanana,” she said with a little gesture of her head.

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