You cannot throw me over with impunity. I
shall not stand for it, I warn you. You have dared do things in this
country which would blacken you were they known. I have ears. I have
not been asleep. You will find it no child's play to explain away
things which you may declare most innocent."
She looked at him with a smile which carried pity in its cold mirth,
and it goaded him.
"I am down, a thing to make a jest upon, a thing to pity, but I promise
you that I can drag you with me. My kisses have cheapened you, eh?
Then how must you have felt at Happy Camp on the Dyea Trail?"
As though in answer, Corliss swung down upon them with the tow-rope.
Frona beckoned a greeting to him. "Vance," she said, "the mail-carrier
has brought important news to father, so important that he must go
outside. He starts this afternoon with Baron Courbertin in La Bijou.
Will you take me down to Dawson? I should like to go at once, to-day.
"He . . . he suggested you," she added shyly, indicating St. Vincent.
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